Death On Each 'Clear' Dawn

Chilly the air and foggy is 'Death' what hour is this must I, and as you go, do I. Down again we lay to look once more at dawn. There is barely, as it leaves the room to catch it's eye yet eye, theres room for you look here as it for you it comes again. I pace back and forth, upon the path you've yet to find and it, you find It soon. Lost Instructions found my living will it's leaving, left you so far behind, to face your tender fears. It's leaving me, as if it were some hidden whippoorwill. I have come around once more around and walking down, you gain perhaps a foot or two.