DARK DAYS
The sun's my moon, the moon's my sun,
I rest my head, when day is done.
For who knows what the night will hold,
Dark days are where my life unfolds.
The night brings forth the oh so strange,
Yet beauty that daylight, would change.
The full moon rise, the shining star,
From the sun by day, removed so far.
It changes things we rarely see,
Darkness even changes me.
For when it's dark I come alive,
In daylight I merely, survive.
I choose to live my life this way,
And cherish my time within Dark Days.
Copyright Dreambeliever 2001
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