I understand.
A long line of yesterdays
Lead you here.
So you compare,

And call upon
Rainy summers and fierce
Winters to stain
Today with the pain

Of last love lost.
Last fallen friend.
Pulling the fabric of hope apart
To fit your heart.

Place it among the new born
Lights of stars long since
Dead, instead. Learn
To shine, not burn.

The rays of sunrise
Are eight minutes old.
Arise. Be bright.
Give the morning its light.
All that awaits to glitter
Is gold.

It ain't right to break
a heart like that,
but who hasn't been tricked
or treated
to that
kind of behavior.
The sad fact is,
that holiday,
if that's what you
want to call,
ain't never going away.
So save your candy
for a rainy day.
Whether you like it or not,
they're going to come,
sooner or later.
Knock knock.
Trick or treat...