Bright as it is...its light may appease
Days as these, are usually counted in threes....

To others, it's quiet a fortune,
but gathers a quiet misfortune

Long shadows creep from the darkest deserted places
That shallows happiness to a fearsome looking sad faces

Stories of vampires are told...that about horrors the night would unfold
Wolves howling, as the terror would bring the cold

While the human's behavior becomes strange
It is noticeable with a little change
Different headlines on the front page
But prayers made to make all of this fade....

Its when lovers fall in love....all in pairs with a heart of a dove
Staring at the stars above
Counting the traces they have

Calm silent ocean waves, a bright reflection the lake serves
Down as the river falls...slowly its water flows

A clear sky for a shooting star...and a beautiful wish to make heal my scar.