The Dawn
In May 2012, my grandmother passed away after a long battle with Alzheimer's disease. In her final days, my family came together to sit by her bedside. Sitting beside my grandmother's bed, holding her hand, a song came to me about the passage of time. That night, I recorded the song at home and uploaded it to my iPhone. The next day, I held the phone to my grandmother's ear and played it for her. She passed away a day later - Allison
The sun is rising,
The world is strong.
From where I’m standing I’m all awash in light.
The future’s shining,
It’s bright and warm.
A question’s asked, and every answer’s right
My path unfolds before my eyes.
Decisions made, and I divide
Who I could be from who I really am.
At times I stumble and seem to fall,
I learn to navigate it all,
But with the years I find it hard to stand.
It’s getting colder,
The clouds are low,
There’s no horizon I can see in sight.
I think back to
Bright days of dawn.
They keep me warm so I don’t feel the night.
Some things don’t matter now,
Can’t remember why they ever did.
While other things were never more clear than now.
For here I sit at heaven’s gate,
With nothing left to do but wait,
And trust that sunset always brings the dawn.
The sun is rising,
The world is strong.
From where I’m standing I’m all awash in light.
The future’s shining,
It’s bright and warm.
A question’s asked, and every answer’s right
My path unfolds before my eyes.
Decisions made, and I divide
Who I could be from who I really am.
At times I stumble and seem to fall,
I learn to navigate it all,
But with the years I find it hard to stand.
It’s getting colder,
The clouds are low,
There’s no horizon I can see in sight.
I think back to
Bright days of dawn.
They keep me warm so I don’t feel the night.
Some things don’t matter now,
Can’t remember why they ever did.
While other things were never more clear than now.
For here I sit at heaven’s gate,
With nothing left to do but wait,
And trust that sunset always brings the dawn.