Daylight Rising

Daylight will come rising, bid the long night a last goodbye.
Daylight will come rising and an ill wind will lay down to die.

There will come a time to open wide your windows.
Get up out of bed and weave across the floor.
Leave behind the shadows.
Take your aching bones outside the door.

There will come a time to shun all the false faces.
There will come a time to silence the forked tongues.
The ones that led us into these dark places
Knowing that their way was always wrong.