Of the Night

Of the poorest man, the richest king, who doesn't enjoy a good moon
Pass on to dreamscapes in blue, stretched as far as the mind can see
What more to say of the night, now close a weary eye
It cuts through the night, tears it wide
Wake you, child, the dawn has come with it's many secrets
Pass them on hold them close or put them down
This one was meant just for you
Gives you something to hold on to
What more to say of the night and of the day now who I ask will take me away

Now I can't recall the past the futures shrouded black so I guess I'm living for the day
And who will take away the night for the day
Someone who knows the take
Take me away I'll follow without heed if the way you'll lead and shine your light on me



Credits
Writer(s): Brent Larson
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