As the sun rises on the eastern sky line,
I will once again smile and pretend I am fine,
And turn down the static in this mind of mine,
I crawl back into the hole that I call my living,
Hiding away from this world that's so unforgiving,
All throught the day, night is what I'm craving,
The sun has a power in which we all rely,
And without it's warming light we would die,
But it's the moon I wait for to light up my sky,
Midnight madness is nothing to daylight despair,
I'm not sure anything could really compare,
To the cool dark breeze of the healing night air.
©justin_ur
J