Is your good night the same as your good bye?
Like the day says farewell to the night.
A time of darkness with its mourn and sigh,
The only hour when I lose my own sight.
Why say good night as I’m about to sleep?
Such as a mother sings her child to bed.
Were you waiting for me to dive down deep?
Leaving me with the same words I just said.
The night is tranquil, as what I’ve been told,
But shadows lurk taking innocent down.
No matter who or what the young or old,
As long as the light fades, black is its crown.
Though the night will end along with its fray,
Will you still be there to greet me good day?
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
Is your good night the same as your good bye?
Like the day says farewell to the night.
A time of darkness with its mourn and sigh,
The only hour when I lose my own sight.
Why say good night as I’m about to sleep?
Such as a mother sings her child to bed.
Were you waiting for me to dive down deep?
Leaving me with the same words I just said.
The night is tranquil, as what I’ve been told,
But shadows lurk taking innocent down.
No matter who or what the young or old,
As long as the light fades, black is its crown.
Though the night will end along with its fray,
Will you still be there to greet me good day?
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