| N O C T U R N A L |
| Rises up over the land To say hello to thine eye, The brightness of the yellow circle Makes me want to cry. I'ts too early for that shine in my eyes I shelter them from the light, While waiting rather imaptiently, for the dawning of the night. The night is my companion Strutting under the bright full moon I dont have long to enjoy it The sun will be coming up soon. Another day comes and is gone The blackness sets overhead yet another day closer To the day that I am dead |