The crickets are singing a song tonight
To match with the starry sky a light with
Fire and darkness and deepness and doom
The crickets sing and fill my room with hope for the morning that's coming soon.
The crickets are singing a dirge somewhere else where a child, no longer a happy elf,
lies sleeping forever in the ground there,
The crickets are singing to say farewell to a innocent who has been taken away.
The crickets are chirping a tune today,
It's leaping and jumping with joy in its way,
With the people having smiles on their face, celebrating all their cares away.
The crickets tell of the happy times when all is good and loud and right.
Their song is bringing a storm with them,
their singing foretells of a tempest grim,
And the people retreat to their fortress strong, in hopes that the wind
won't prove them wrong.
The crickets are singing a thundering song.
But morning is coming,
The sky awakes
and brings a day with no mistakes.
The empty heavens are perfect then,
They have no cloud not bird to send to tell of danger or bad times to come.
The crickets song quiets and becomes still.
With the morning comes the sun.
SK
