Morning sun returns each dawn
we fear not our new chances end
Though confident our voice sounds true
in truth we misconstrued
our friend
A shard of love yet held inside
one silken chamber of the heart
cuts through with every breath we give
our bold amends Pride\’s foolish art
More trials we sweat and losses mourn
for contrite cause until the day
our cries bleed dry the last of hope
Forgiveness turns her cheek away
The sun returns
the heart beats still
We speak our mind for all to know
but absent shall our friend remain
Too righteous pain has made it so