Radiant Morning

Verse 1

Hark to the dawn of a desolate epoch,

Where sanity sinks in a modern malaise!

Yet greetings, sweet angel, step out from the shadow,

And welcome the birth of another dark day.

Though worldlings may wallow in sorrow and cynicism,

Let us force up a grin, play the blissfully blind,

Be happy as pie while the tragedy unfolds,

For joy is a weapon reserved for mankind!

Chorus

When creation turns ugly and frozen with frost,

And the furnace of reason burns sullenly low,

I can warm my cold spirit in beauty's own embers,

Next to your radiant, immortal glow!

Though the blizzard outside freezes empathy stone,

In your sweet embrace, I shall never freeze lone!

Verse 2

The town is a graveyard of desperate desire,

Where hypocrites barter their souls for a groat.

The cynics may sneer at our simple salvation,

As malice runs rampant and cuts at the throat.

Yet good morning to gladness! Let laughter ignite,

Though ruin surrounds us, our sanctuary stands!

We'll smile at the storm while the thunderhead roars,

And feast upon love in these desolate lands.

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Chorus

When creation turns ugly and frozen with frost,

And the furnace of reason burns sullenly low,

I can warm my cold spirit in beauty's own embers,

Next to your radiant, immortal glow!

Though the blizzard outside freezes empathy stone,

In your sweet embrace, I shall never freeze lone!

​[Bridge]

Let the cynics spew malice, the misanthrope weep!

We shall dance on the edge where the abysses sleep.

For what is the blizzard, the tempest, the gale,

When set against beauty that never shall fail?

In a world turned to ice, you’re my hearth fire divine,

A solace eternal, sweet angel of mine!

​[Chorus]

When creation turns ugly and frozen with frost,

And the furnace of reason burns sullenly low,

I can warm my cold spirit in beauty's own embers,

Next to your radiant, immortal glow!

Though the blizzard outside freezes empathy stone,

In your sweet embrace, I shall never freeze lone!

​[Outro]

So welcome the day with a smile and a song,

Where the cold world is weak, but our shelter is strong.

Sweet angel, good morning, the shadows may fall,

But next to your beauty, I triumph o'er all!