Reflections on a Grey Dawn

Opening doors
Such a common theme
Someone can enter
Or leave the scene

In the grey light
Of the gloomiest June
I lie and watch
Myself leave the room

I've never sung
About rivers and leaves
Like opening doors
They've only been themes

That represent people
And the lives they lead
Never sang about love
Just the one thing I need

Come to me, my dear
Let me hold your hand
To soothe my fear

When you look at me now
Do you see someone strange?
And what about you
Will you ever change?