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Chorus of Dawn

(Christine Ferguson)




Though morning comes with sorrows

The heart finds hard to bear

Grey clouds may clear tomorrow

To free us from despair.

Yesterday's, another country

And the borders are now closed

And what the future brings us

No-one, truly, knows.

Tears were shed when we were born

We heard the chorus of the dawn

There were beauties there at every step

The sky would ever lovelier get.

We walked a long, meandering path

And, then, we found true peace at last.

Robert Carson