In this city
I walk away to find
A place to hide and stay
I once stop to wonder why
Why did I hide from the light
It must have been my fear
Fear that I cant come out of the night
The light has been there
Yet I prefer the Night
What strangeness this must have been
For my wisdom was overruled by memories
Perhaps I will come back into the light
and busk in all its glory
bestow upon its warmth
seeing with my eyes wide shut
May that day be never too late
Wont want to keep and wait
Sometimes its hard to say
Living each day each moment
one step one breathe at a time
A place to hide and stay
I once stop to wonder why
Why did I hide from the light
It must have been my fear
Fear that I cant come out of the night
The light has been there
Yet I prefer the Night
What strangeness this must have been
For my wisdom was overruled by memories
Perhaps I will come back into the light
and busk in all its glory
bestow upon its warmth
seeing with my eyes wide shut
May that day be never too late
Wont want to keep and wait
Sometimes its hard to say
Living each day each moment
one step one breathe at a time
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