Morning light; so sharp, so bright, It creeps unwelcome through The portal in this holy place Betrays my hazy view. Destruction of the senses Encases me within, My brain hath rot When will I stop
I found some tea You'd made for me I didn't drink it So sorry. I found it by my bed Must have been out of my head To not drink tea That you'd made for me. So if I've never thanked you