I stare outside my window pane, and search for something great
There's nothing going on out there, there never is this late
And still I let the hours pass in silence for my eyes
And tell my poor subconciousness some pretty little lies
That all the pain will fade away, and joys will flood in soon
Some night when I sit patiently beneath the smokey moon.
I listen for a swirl of wind, to wisk away my doubt
I think about a walk outside, but I'd rather not go out
My weary eyelids slowly weigh to tiny slits of sight
Reminding me most people sleep when it's this late at night
And suddenly a second wind gusts up from in my chest
Awakens me, mistakenly, I am not set for rest.
And there above me sparkles through a cloak of misty cloud
A secret I'd kept from myself, though it was screaming loud
The starlight in the latest hour shone bright above my bed
Said if at first no beauty's seen, then darlin' turn your head
And there I found a sky of precious lights, like none before
When one forgets to look around, it's beauty we ignore!
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