another night and then another dawn

the greed for their story went on and on

another night and then another dawn

the journey that was up in the air

a monk who could not sit without a chair

remembering faces that knew no fear

i thought of the sheep we always shear

passions ebb as seasons flow

the seeds would live if we would sow

another night and another dawn

the things unknown had begun to spawn 

the curtains burnt in the cigarette fire 

the factory announced that they would not hire

morning prayers and a sleepy meal

weeping for the bread that he did not steal

so many desires and no place to die

had to presume that someone could fly

so many friends love cats so much

and trees are scared of the human touch

on every inch i love to dwell

so many things to always tell

another night and then another dawn

the greed for their story will go on and on