Two minutes to a new day
And I freeze in fear.
What will dawn bring?
What will come with the unfolding?
Will it be a glorious sunrise,
Or a cloudy day?
Will you be perfect,
Or will you be another useless stray?
Will this be the answer,
Or just another distraction?
I want this to be perfect,
I want this to be true.
But what if I’m wrong,
What if you’re not the one?
I pray for dawn,
For a breaking forth of the sun.
I hope you are the one,
Not a personality conjured in my imagination.
I hope you are the one,
The glorious rays of my rising sun.
My breaking dawn,
My the one.