The darkness is closing in on me,
While I'm an inch away from freedom.
Left in the middle of a war.
I cry as I think about the Sun,
And the moon.
They're on oppisit sides of me,
With a wall seperating us.
The light is young and needy,
The dark is older and reaponsible,
I am the dimness in between,
The forgotten one.
I only get one small star.
One star that holds all my hopes,
One star that holds all me dreams.
With every insualt I get,
And every tradigy that happens it grows dimmer,
And farther away.
The star I mean.
But when I'm happy
It grows brighter,
And stronger.
When the star fades away to nothing is when I will.
