Another Morning

It is another morning,
The sun has just rose,
The rays are still warm,
The night in our mind is still fresh,
So is the dew between our toes.

The night was dark,
We groped and turned,
Waited for the first ray of light,
But the night dragged on.

The cold tormented,
The loneliness reigned,
Itches and bites,
Don't forget the buzz out of the net,
The night dragged on.

We heard a shout nay, a scream,
'Msiniue'
Then we heard no more,
We felt bad, not that we feared,
But because we felt for her,
As we do to many other each second night.

The night dragged on,
Then we heard a song,
Ringing through the quiet night,
We knew it was Tom,
The drunkard who came home early ,
In the morning I mean,
Singing hard rock in slurred speech.

We knew dawn was drawing near,
So we turned for the last time,
Our eyes to the window,
Waiting for the first light,
Another sleepless night.

But,
Its morning