I know there was once this story,
That got lost in times of glory
About what happens,
When darkness,
Arrives.
Now the time has come,
When there’s nowhere to run,
And you find yourself,
Looking for myself,
Looking for the story.
To encounter the story of lost things,
You will need to find some strings,
To discover and hang
What scares,
Darkness.
If you wonder what it is,
That darkness doesn’t want to kiss,
I’ll tell you,
It is not daylight,
Nor the sunlight,
It is night.
Where it can get lost,
To never find itself.
