My life was a daytime stroll.
I tried to leave but was told,
That if I stopped my wayward wander,
My life would never see gold.
I was told this day was my last,
So I spent it reliving my past.
I hopelessly worried,
And by doing so was tied to a mast.
I have spent my day fearful of night,
Wishing that I could but fight,
But once I was gone I found myself lost,
In the mystery of my first night.
And when the moon rose,
Large, Warm, and bright,
I tasted my first true love,
The bittersweet song of Midnight.
