Little people Fill a big world Celebrating small victories Reveling in their simplicity, While bigger people Struggle to weave A world of their own Celebrating the victory Of a war won In its entirety.
We stand mesmerised by the twinkle of the stars And the glow of the moon While mesmerised by their beauty The tendrils of the dark take hold We are ****** into the abyss of darkness While hypnotised by the so called beauty of the night.