Waiting for the Dawn
Leonard Cohen

I’m just a kid in the hollow,
Resting on the edge of tomorrow.

Waiting for the dawn,
To make sense of this life gone wrong.
All the lights are dim,
And the songs I sing are so full of sin.

Staring at the walls,
The silence in these empty halls.
With dreams that fade away,
Like shadows in the light of day.

But I cling to a thread,
Of love and hope, though it’s often fled.

In a coffee cup, my heart spills,
With thoughts that cut and thrill.
Each moment feeling the same,
Just another day of waiting in vain.

And I wander through the crowd,
Yet I’m silent, never loud.
In a million faces I roam,
But none of them ever feel like home.

Here in my restless night,
I search for a spark, some guiding light.
But the echo of dreams lingers near,
Whispering softly in my ear.

Waiting for the dawn,
To awaken the soul that I’ve drawn.
A flicker of hope in this endless fight,
As I stand on the brink of night.

So I write these lines,
Hoping someday they’ll shine.
Just a twenty-something with a heart of stone,
Searching for a place to call my own.