Analysis of Early Mornings

Filled with warm sun
The Sullen looks in the darkness
With mangled shadows approaching
Where shall I go from here ?
When all the signs have been blurred into nothing?
The times I spent in sadness means more to me now.
Because it is all I’ve ever known.
It is all that keeps me  company when there is no hope to be found on light.  
Where shall I from here when all I hear
Is “keep going”
How shall I keep going when there’s no where to go? arts melting at the sound of birds
These are the time when I long for you
To hold me in your arms and sing sweet songs.  
Songs of love and loyalty
Songs that serenade my wounded heart.

Early mornings
These are the times when I long to hold your hand comparing it’s size to a massive shield
Protecting me from every harm

Early mornings are the times when I sit and think about how lucky I am to have you