New Morning Hope

The fragile beauty of new morning hopes
The spring arising from afar

Oh, springtime, springtime
Fading like memories we used to share
Wrapped in lights we kept on burning on

Oh, springtime, springtime
What have I done to you?
What have I done to you, springtime?
Springtime, what have I done to you?

Shadows covering our dreams to glow
Whispering secrets in a darkness we can feel
Like widows, I’ve learned to kneel
In faraway strands
The story is not something we should, we should sing alone

Oh, springtime, springtime
Worn out, and days are pieced out unwillingly
Covering the walls, howling our names
Howling our names

Oh, springtime, springtime
The fragile beauty of new morning hopes
When winds arise from afar
Feeding what memories we used to share
Wrapped in lights we kept on burning on

Shadows covering our dreams to glow
Whispering secrets in a darkness we can feel
Like widows, I’ve learned to kneel
In faraway strands, but I’m lost in the sand
Like we’re losing our faith in yesterday’s embrace

When love has given what time has been taking away
Echoes, like the sea
Echoes, like the sea
Have yet to come undone

Echoes, like the sea
Echoes, like the sea
Have yet to come undone

Shivers in frames, foaming from within

The story is not something we should sing along
The story is not something we should sing along
The story is not something we should sing along

Words: Alex Henry Foster