Now it's three nineteen in the morning/
After all I still wish for stars/
I wish but I dare not look up to see what may be left/
For I know without a doubt, I will be staring into dark/
I sensed a loss/
As is a talent of mine to do/
I sensed a loss and in the night/
I felt the loneliness as it grew, and how it grows/
In the long awaited night/
By the gentle of the moon/
In all the quiet of the dead/
I still dream of you/
With every passing minute/
With every painful hour/
I lay here and it rips me apart/
The fact that I lost my chance , to say goodbye to you/
The slow realization, it crept up my spine/
Through my brain stem and into my mind/
I do not know when the darkness took me/
But like the many children I am taken/
And in the long awaited night/
By the gentle of the moon/
In all the silence of the dead/
I still dream of you/
I have so much more to say/
How many words I could conjure/
They couldn't fill the emptiness you left/
I know now, not the moon, nor the stars could guide me out/
Now it's three twenty in the morning/
I still lay here/
I still wish/
I still dream
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
Now it's three nineteen in the morning/
After all I still wish for stars/
I wish but I dare not look up to see what may be left/
For I know without a doubt, I will be staring into dark/
I sensed a loss/
As is a talent of mine to do/
I sensed a loss and in the night/
I felt the loneliness as it grew, and how it grows/
In the long awaited night/
By the gentle of the moon/
In all the quiet of the dead/
I still dream of you/
With every passing minute/
With every painful hour/
I lay here and it rips me apart/
The fact that I lost my chance , to say goodbye to you/
The slow realization, it crept up my spine/
Through my brain stem and into my mind/
I do not know when the darkness took me/
But like the many children I am taken/
And in the long awaited night/
By the gentle of the moon/
In all the silence of the dead/
I still dream of you/
I have so much more to say/
How many words I could conjure/
They couldn't fill the emptiness you left/
I know now, not the moon, nor the stars could guide me out/
Now it's three twenty in the morning/
I still lay here/
I still wish/
I still dream