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.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
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.