The lights they shine,
The sounds they roar;
They form a net above me.
A longing glance,
A wistful hearts;
The sunset fades away.
But friends they laugh,
And songs they soar;
A manufactured joy.
Yet all the world we make;
All the love we share;
And on a dark night,
It makes one happy.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
The lights they shine,
The sounds they roar;
They form a net above me.
A longing glance,
A wistful hearts;
The sunset fades away.
But friends they laugh,
And songs they soar;
A manufactured joy.
Yet all the world we make;
All the love we share;
And on a dark night,
It makes one happy.