Your mind always in the future, for who?
Anxiously you wait for the sun to rise,
Knowing that it won't show its face to you,
Crying your cursing the fate you despise,
As you curse you recall what was given,
You had forgotton about the moon light,
For nostologic rays touch you from heaven,
Gaze on them to free you from your sad plight,
For it is an extension of the sun,
Hidden in the shadows for those lost souls,
More beautiful than the sun ever sung,
For true beauty is found hidden in coals,
As you watch, you begin to cry with might,
For the sun is now peeking through the night.