Leave me with a sermon
For the midnight hour, and the midnight talk
Seems like a date ago, certainty in this educated society
For the midnight hour, we beg for the midnight talk
Trust friends leaving the midnight hour to change themselves to waning moons and waxing
Leave with a sermon
To rid me of the breath of howling winds, and wolves that cross
The memories are guarded by wolves that can cross me
I've made friends with wolves, and now they dance to my tune
Trust friends should never have to change themselves to oppression