When is life lived?
In the darkness or in the light?In my comparing contrast, I loath day more than night.
For in the day, my life is but a myriad of events
School, work, sleep, school, work, sleep
Where art though excitement, romance?
I long for you through the days and the years
And what romance ive found has been washed away in the tears
And the fears of the days to come from the days that have passed
My time spent wondering how long my days will last
But night, sweet night, what dreams you bring
Take my soul on a flight of angels wings
To the heavens in my heart, I seek now more than
For only when my eyes close does the excitement begin
So fear not the silence and show the darkness no fright
For my life is in my dreams and my dreams in the night.
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