As Whispered death falls from the tongue
Shielding ones eyes from the sun

The time wasted reflecting seems so.. a parent
To youth born from ground supreme inherent

As you feel that warmth turn to friction glow
From the gaze of those whom well you know

Remember that tis a guide from which to grow
And follow the lights from which they show

In the passing age of gleeful day
The wise of night do often pray

So that our future feet form a way
brighten tomorrow with the light of yesterday

So when looking for yourself alone
And you’re not feeling quite so grown

If you forgot the melody
Like a broken bitter symphony

Please look up and remember me
Despite this blissful tragedy

The sun only sits down to let you see
All the other stars watching over thee