I'm listening to my heartbeat,
That is still thundering by,
As loud as Apollo's chariot,
When he brings the sun across the sky.
I still don't have a battle plan,
For this lonesome war,
But something starts stirring,
Deep down in my core.
I usually find my solace,
While flying through the night,
But lately it just seems,
That nothing will ever feel right.
The moon, she still watches,
As I fly within her sights,
And I take comfort in knowing,
She's shining upon her light.
