Never Dead - Emily Jane White

Sun, morning sun

Never dead on the horizon

I’m done with night, I’m done with black

And please, morning, come to me

'Cause just last night bad news, it blew right through me

Come, friendship, come

Never dead, perhaps just neglected

Oh dear god, he took himself out so coldly

He said that the world expects too much

Too much from me

Oh in the wake, it felt honestly

And oh how those trains pass so quickly

And I never saw him coming 'round the bend

No regret in the end

Gone, are you truly gone?

But you’re never dead, perhaps just connected

To something like the wind that passes through me

And the wind translates your whispering for me

Just last night, this news was given to me

And this fact is still too new, too new to me