And even after
you had chased away the moon
and stolen all the stars,
leaving an empty, inky sky,
you will never be able to stop
the sun from meeting me;
for the blackest nights,
robbed of all light,
give way to the break of dawn.
Always.
And even after
you had chased away the moon
and stolen all the stars,
leaving an empty, inky sky,
you will never be able to stop
the sun from meeting me;
for the blackest nights,
robbed of all light,
give way to the break of dawn.
Always.