The Dawn
At the break of each morning, Where the sun meets the dew, A silence is broken, As the dreams all come true.
With each golden moment, Fresh and bright as the day, I paint with my whispers, And I find my own way.
- Louise McNeill
The Dawn
At the break of each morning, Where the sun meets the dew, A silence is broken, As the dreams all come true.
With each golden moment, Fresh and bright as the day, I paint with my whispers, And I find my own way.