Where Halfway Begins

First days are back
And it's almost unrefreshed
But no tears have fallen today
Yet the sky and rain are on the bridge

With such low highs
Higher things are hard to find
When switching from speakers to thinkers
Hope that young can enter opened

Homecoming is easy
Now that it's only papers that need the pen
As I sit alone and wait
For something to fill me up

Still writing the words of Truth
I'm still depending on You
For the right ideas to come through
Just as I write this note