That Bitter Dawn

THAT BITTER DAWN
(Jan 2003 - San Jose, CA)

Chorus

In a cold and bitter dawn
we will remember those who've gone
down that long road that divides
choices of who lives and dies.

The summer of nineteen eighty one
In the shadow of the gun
A young man without a plan
Just working for the man.

I never dreamed of the places
or all the shadowed faces
that I left somewhere behind
each time I moved across the line.

We were children of the light
who swore we owned the night,
playing a game of bitter ends
with our enemies and friends.

In a cold and bitter dawn
we will remember those who've gone
down that long road that divides
choices of who lives and dies.

Now I am an older man
Who wrestles demons when he can
otherwise he hides their ways
moving through indifferent days.

Chasing down shallow dreams,
more or less or so it seems,
I often stop and wonder
where I lost the lightning and the thunder.

Now we've all searched for the meaning
between the living and the dreaming
where shadows play against the walls
while the hunters moon rises and falls.

In a cold and bitter dawn
we will remember those who've gone
down the long road that divides
choices of who lives and dies

We were children of the light
who swore we owned the night
playing a game of bitter ends
with our enemies and friends

In a cold and bitter dawn
we will remember those who've gone
down the long road that divides
choices of who lives and dies

In a cold and bitter dawn...

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