Tremble At Loves New Dawn
i stand on guard at loves new dawn
ply my services against lusts sharp thorns
theses gates reach to heaven but in hell start
yet still seem small against the walls of my heart
a striking wind swirls between my ears
as butterflys dance on my dinner.
i sit on guard at loves new dawn
were once i sat a fool, a pawn
with all the instincts of a child just born
i defend your honour at loves new dawn
when these gates retract and crumbling walls fall
and the smog of dust has cleared
together we will tremble at loves new dawn
knowing the night never lived up to it's fears
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