Morning’s strike has burned me to the bone

And though our roads are bound in likeness

Still a smile has shone

Through your eyes, full-grown

The whispers of this mystery run through

My bones so deep. Oh Mother, can my

Shadow ever move

Away from me?

“Don’t stop running for the sun

Despite the things you’ve left undone

'Cause though the light may strike you blind

It casts your shadow far behind.”

How can light that burns me through and through

And shines on what is true still rise each

Day in ancient youth

To see me through?

“Don’t stop running for the sun

Despite the things you’ve left undone

'Cause though the light may strike you blind

It casts your shadow far behind.”

Shadows and reflections stand in

Evening window frames

Cause all a glowing, late-night room can know

Is its own name

Oh, hail the day again!

Early morning, sing me in

As all my bedroom window flights

Fade away to black and white!

Don’t stop running for the sun

Despite the things you’ve left undone

'Cause though the light may strike you blind

It casts your shadow far behind