by Mikaela

It is cold as death
I don’t dare take a breath
Only one thing can save me:
The dawn.

The cry of the owl
The coyote’s growl
There is one thing I want:
The dawn.

A branch falls and cracks
The night is still so black
There is someone I need:
The dawn.

A ribbon of blue light
Breaks the dark, scary night
Oh, here it comes!
The dawn.

It is no longer cold
The sky is pure gold!
Oh, here it is!
The dawn!