In the morning, before the dawn
I wake again, my sleep is gone
Also gone now from my day
Is any hope of restful play
I try to make some breakfast food
To lighten now my sour mood
But mood stays dark as starry sky
The time it ticks and passes by
Still my sleep I can’t regain
The path laid down is very plain
Try as I might, I can’t go back
To dreams so bright and room so black
I stretch and moan and groan and yawn
In the morning, before the dawn