In the hours before daybreak
My mind too full to sleep
Of little obligations
And promises to keep
The smell and taste of coffee
The words of some good song
Start me counting all my blessings
While waiting for the dawn
Where once I was a prisioner
Condemned by my self doubt
In time those doors were opened
And I chased those demons out
Replaced by love so tender
A life with my best friend
I finally found comfort
Inside my well worn skin
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