Pre-Dawn
Words & Music: John Howard
Copyright: John Howard 2019
They rose up and ran to the house in the village
Shouting and screaming for someone to hear
The sun rose the sky burned
In their hearts they were millions
As the sound of their hopes rang in their ears
For their new day
Whose is this dominion?
Whose is whose these days?
What use are you God
As you supposedly watch us fail?
Change came quickly in the centre of the city
It rippled out and gave them their new day
The Museum of Nostalgia was dismantled brick by brick
Decades of knowledge burning on the tip of their new day
Whose is this dominion?
Whose is whose these days?
What use are you God
As you apparently watch us fail?
Astride someone's life not mine
Aware I am awake and waiting
Alone in the dark of the pre-dawn
Abseiling on the promise of atonement
For the sins of my fathers
The lampposts are singing in the derelict streets
Alarm bells are ringing where it pays you to cheat
A cacophony chorus in the hills above town
Lanes full of shadows hunkering down from their new day
Whose is this dominion?
Whose is whose these days?
What use are you God
As you allegedly watch us fail?
Astride someone's grave not mine
Aware I am alive and wondering
Alone in the calm of the pre-dawn
Abseiling on the storm of retribution
For the sins of my fathers
Bless my fathers' new day
New day