bright early

Sleeping At Last

Bright and early, through the curtains, the sun comes pouring in.
Filling glasses up with diamonds, stirring where I ve been
It s all trigger and effect. Dominoes at their best.

In the end I m told it taught me everything I know.
That the wreckage left behind, will somehow make me grow.
But why couldn t I have been safe from the start?
Soundly asleep.

The warmth of blankets makes me nervous.
I d rather catch a cold.
Like sparks and matches, blink, you ll miss it,
the future s up in smoke.
Though dust has settled,
I smell the ashes buried in my clothes.
It s all trigger and effect, I know... Dominoes at their best.

In the end I m told it taught me everything I know.
When the fire took our home, I lost part of my soul.

From the ground up I ll keep building houses into homes.
If trust is ribbon, then patience ties it in a perfect bow.