Every night I awake at three, Thinking what I have done with life. Mistakes were made - cannot be fixed, Some caused by me and others tricks. How to wipe the mind clean? So, I can sleep and never dream. Of all the wrongs I cannot shake, Whether mine or not its hard to take. The dark of night brings forth the hidden. The past lights up and starts its biddin’. As I lay awake in the chill of the dark, Waiting the song of the mourning Lark. Counting fake sheep pretending I’m fine, While demons still dance taking over my mind. Ten thousand of them I keep at bay, When I close my eyes they have their way. The mourning Lark sings by my window, Demons still dancing near my pillow, How do I get to the Lark’s happy place? I must control the minds empty space, And fill it with songs of happiness. The Larks bringing in the ways to win, Open the windows, invite the Lark in To sing me songs that bring new life, And chase away the dark of the night. The "morning" Lark now sings everyday, His music chases all darkness away. His calls and songs take me in flight, No more do I wake in the mid of night. No more songs of mourning, No more evil warnings! Life’s mistakes made clean, Now I sleep and have good dreams. He came to me from the Gods above, A beautiful healing Lark of Love. A beautiful healing Lark of Love. Just for me He sings Open the windows, invite the Lark in To sing you songs that bring new life, And chase away the dark of the night. The "morning" Lark will sing everyday, His music will chase all darkness away. His calls and songs take you in flight, No more will you wake in the mid of night. No more songs of mourning, No more evil warnings! Life’s mistakes made clean, Now you will sleep and have good dreams. He came to you from the Gods above, A beautiful healing Lark of Love. A beautiful healing Lark of Love. Just for you and me He sings Just for you and me....
