Above The Lonely Market Dawn

Above the lonely market dawn The sun begins to rise, And slowly makes its way into The glowing ember skies, Amidst the clouds of burning gold And scarlet which now pass, Across the heavens high above My sadness stays alas. And now I stand there all alone And watch the morning light, Creep over all the rooftops and Consume the dead of night, It shines upon the sleeping town Where calmness fills the air, And lights the dark and empty stalls With metal frames so bare. The pigeons rest on rooftops while The litter's strewn around, The remnants of the day before Lie restless on the ground, The paper cups and cans do roll Upon the breeze that blows, And come to rest against a wall Behind those empty rows. So still the rising morning now The shadows long and dark, The cold and empty marketplace Deserted and so stark, I walk alone with heavy heart Beyond the barren square, And look towards the church ahead Its loneliness I share.