In vibrant of the night I close my eyes,
As afraid as I am I hear your voice for a moment
to only hear words of lies.
It was like a symphony,
symphony of cries.
I seek the moon’s light for me to guide
In the night by the wise.
Wandering soul passing through my mind
for an another story to rise.
A chase for their melody
to the buzzing sound of flies.
I Hear no more less, before I do;
I Coarse my roaring into the skies!