Dawn & Dusk

Burn the bridges
To your old life
Cut the ropes
With Hope’s knife

The old thoughts
That creep like mould
That condemn, that judge
That love to scold

Burn them in a fire
In a deep pit in the ground
Revel in their destruction
As their tortured voices sound

Your old ways have been shed
In you shines gold
That is the real you
The story yet to be told

The old you, the old ways
Perished in the grave
Now risen eternal
Is your next stage