​Burnt and Broken

Like a ship with a broken rudder
Like a poet without a poem
A painter without a canvas
And a singer without a song
A man losing his faith
 
Hold tight
The darkness of night
Must give way to the dawn
She brings a new ship
A new poem
A sweet song
And hope

The dawns gift is for the plain
For the colourless
The sad eyes
The forgotten
The misunderstood
The ordinary
 
She rises on the horizon
The dark controlling night flees
The warmth brings life
Brings new colour
Eyes smile
New friends come
It will be an extraordinary day
 
The gift to all don’t give up .

Dan