Before all the light
Turned quickly to night,
Before every answer was wrong
Before each small sound
We heard all around
Became part of every love song
Before us as men
Became now, not when,
Before this old pen learned to write
Before we began
To sing as we ran
Away from each wall painted white
There was but a day
Where all we could say
Was always left short of the mark
Where every small sign
Said life was not mine,
Where dust sat inside of the dark.