5 A.M.

Turn your head to the window and see morning Skies are in full ecstasy up ahead like a Clear gallon stream ends your shrill tears and ah, The banished dream. Go back to sleep. Tangerine-covered banks dust asleep, Your awakening's a promise it'll keep. Don't you think of an upcoming change? Does this smile banana vary? Big cage. There is something about Empty streets when the passion of Soul Sometimes meets the quiet night that would Sew Minds at ease after sunrise rejoice As they bleed. Oh. Holding on to home that's about to collapse. Tiny wooden soldiers marching towards an imminent Collapse. Worry not, you haven't got Inside too deep. All you have to do is try to fall Asleep.