I feel the night,
as I feel the despondency.
an aching backbite,
that's with me constantly.

I feel the night,
as I fall into uncertainty.
has falling from great heights,
become the end of me?

I feel the day,
when I've skipped the melancholia.
with fears washed away,
I dream of utopia

I feel the day,
when the night is gone.
I'll be there someday,
So I march on.