By The Drifter From Heaven
The morning mist creates shadows of night,
While wind whispers life's sumptuous delight,
My eyes cling to the remnant of the light.
The hue of gray spreading like a foul blight,
Shrouding all happiness straight from my sight,
The morning mist creates shadows of night.
It gives me a darker mood, my heart's fright,
A gloomy eclipse—a venomous bite,
My eyes cling to the remnant of the light.
And my soul searches in those veil of white,
Hoping to find phantom of love's true might,
The morning mist creates shadows of night.
A gripping illusions of fading light,
It dampens reasons, it fails to ignite,
My eyes cling to the remnant of the light.
As time passes by the sun did shine bright,
It gives my heart and soul the grandest flight,
The morning mist creates shadows of night,
My eyes cling to the remnant of the light.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 10:48 PM UTC
By The Drifter From Heaven
The morning mist creates shadows of night,
While wind whispers life's sumptuous delight,
My eyes cling to the remnant of the light.
The hue of gray spreading like a foul blight,
Shrouding all happiness straight from my sight,
The morning mist creates shadows of night.
It gives me a darker mood, my heart's fright,
A gloomy eclipse—a venomous bite,
My eyes cling to the remnant of the light.
And my soul searches in those veil of white,
Hoping to find phantom of love's true might,
The morning mist creates shadows of night.
A gripping illusions of fading light,
It dampens reasons, it fails to ignite,
My eyes cling to the remnant of the light.
As time passes by the sun did shine bright,
It gives my heart and soul the grandest flight,
The morning mist creates shadows of night,
My eyes cling to the remnant of the light.