(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)sorry a note to say title is dawn is breaking not dawn in breaking.
Remember looking at the haunted race
bowed down to the storm?
remember searching for a familiar face
with no-one there to mourn?
Staring eyes silent screams
plastic tubes to carry fading dreams
preacher servant in the hall
warm blood on the palace wall
those who dine alone in hell-
wearing grief in their lapel
drop small change in wishing wells
the haunted tear that never fell
someone's dragging a ball and chain
looking for you in the pouring rain
while those who care give silent prayer
for lovers going home
If there was a brickwall surrounding the New York dream
if there were secrets locked in steel
if there was a button you could press on the luck machine
if there was a place for wounds to heal
if you were borne in the barbwire of your mother's womb
if you were hungry before you died
if you say you left your bath all clean and white
you know, I know you lied
remember the poet who said it first?
he was speaking of you and your difficult birth
and how you care and say your prayers
for lovers going home
Drinking from an empty cup
waiting for a rock to grow
whispered sounds that can't be heard
and no one knows
children who don't mind the rain
yet have no wish to die
whatever you are, were, or could have been
you'd feel better if you could cry
Dawn is breaking in the graveyard
People massing in the street
trampled heards beneath their feet
children playing with the dead
silver spoon stained with red
watching through a widow's veil
as Caesar desecrates the Holy Grail
you sit all alone in your front row seat
you look so small and frail
y'r mud on the feet of the men you've damned
y'r darkness come too soon
you should be selling two-bit watches and girly photographs
masterpiece in ruin
y'r a pantomime of old world courtesy
you should have a degree for harlotry
you should be incarcerated in an apartment tower
with no technology
did you ever listen to the poles opposed to you?
did you ever stop to ask?
did you ever smile to hide your wasted face?
did you ever lift your mask?
did you ever walk with your feet on fire?
did you take your place in line?
did you know you look like you belong
where wrong is right and right is wrong?
do you really think that you'll be left
when war is life and life is death?
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