As day turns to night,
sleep walks
and i spark into a million suns'
the sands of time reverse turn back and return.
I am burned.  with The silence of this poetic air, and
As many a man thinks the night is mystic and unworthy i think it is majestic and uncertain
I hold hands with the night as it burns away
Surpassing every feeling of love and ******. Because i know it'll be OK
A blinding vision of light begins to show
exposing the truth that i am young, but my soul grows old
Today is not the end.
For i am wounded, but i continue to go
The night heals me
It reveals to myself, things that i do not show