This, the dazzling morning, brings me tears
Of joy to know I'll have so many years
In which I can absorb the cleansing sun,
And bide my time, so glad to be someone.
It feels so easy for me to assume
That I won't lose myself here in the ever-present gloom,
But someday I know I'll be forced to see
That all these years may quite soon turn on me.
It's with this truth my courage rears its head
To help me rid myself of this, the endless, crushing dread.