Outshine The Sun (I Swear I Would) -5/03/03

I sit as if in kerosene
And through into my bones it seeps
The light above, as in my dreams
It echoes softly in the deeps

Just so the world, it passes on
And will not stay for any man
The days they fly, cry out, are gone
But none knows where, and no one can

I wish that I could take the pen
The one that writes the Book of Strife
In ink that’s out of mortal ken
I’d twist it, make it give me Life

I’ve lived as one enamored
Of all the darker charms of night
And if I had but stayed away
I could have been so bright