The light won't shine on your part.
The sun will not engulf you in it's warmth.
You'd lose your power to restore,
To rejuvenate. ..to be worthy of it's essence.
When the morning turns to dark,
Think of me.

The road to your happiness will be blocked,
The door that had been cracking open,
and making your way smooth will be closed.
You'd lose your power to open whats enclosed.
When you walk down the road to your doom.
Think of me.

The home you left behind will be there no more.
The address of your distress is what will be waiting for .
Everything that's good will be a privilege you can not afford.
When you make your final journey to the thing you called home.
Think of me.

There won't a twilight zone.
The stars so far beyond your eyes reach.
Nothing beautiful you'll ever be able to see .
The wind won't caress your skin.
The softness of an affection you will never feel.
When the night turn the darkest before the dawn.
Think of me.

And When you'll be left alone to defend your own.
Think of me.