...And Love Again

I dust my hat off and tip it to the rising sun, my thirsting in the desert I feel is nearly done. By now sweet mercy I must have paid my debt, spent my time in this purgatory of regret. I'm ready to live and love again. I can feel the tingling coming back into my hands, just as the ground warms as the sunlight expands. At last the shame of folly slips into the past, and by mid-morning the nights shadows will no longer cast. I'm ready to live and love again. It's not quite a choir of angels bringing in the morn, it's more a settling of demons tired out from their scorn. I see the dew drops forming on the green leaves, it's all alright now we all need our time to grieve. I'm ready to live and love again!