Lacrimosa of the Morn

As I let my fingers play this keyboard in impromptu

To hail the dawn of marching light

In this misty balcony, I feel

A musician of silence

A release before a day of a soldier

No stranger, labeled

Put inside a steel cage

A hamster in a wheel

A cog in a machine, a string in a guitar

Without whom the world falls apart

A worker at minimum wage

Of love, food and freedom

So before we retire to military duties,

Let me, your humble servant

Play the self this egoistic

Interlude of misery

A song of morning stars

Of a thousand sunrise

To welcome us

Good day.