Morning Dawning

The dawning is over
the morning is over
and I can't look into your eyes

a cold November morning
a shivering new dawning
I watched your energy slide

it's sad to see it dying-that fire once so lively now three sad tears have fallen from my eyes a dampened need for fire-a kindled desire the power just vanished from your eyes

this feeling is crying
the sea it is sighing
for spirits that just give up and die