The moon rises to the west

Each tinker of light a star

The cool breeze that pushes the trees

The damp grass under your feet

The darkness hiding your fragility

Born into chaos the lamp is lit

The mile marker is set

How far are you willing to go through the night

Each tempest thought to carry

Each memory to forget

Each pain to endlessly endure

The twighlights decent to a dawn of purity

The night feels everlasting

Will tomorrow ever come?