Awake yet
Awake in wakefulness
Not reconciling with my sleep
The night that seeps away
Will end with questions, desires unmet
The old newness of the new day
The heart that toils and wants
Grows fond of waiting
Not reconciling with my sleep
The night that seeps away
Will end with questions, desires unmet
The old newness of the new day
The heart that toils and wants
Grows fond of waiting