The early morning horizon greets the night skyat this moment there is no distinction between night and day.As the two bodies fight for power,I lone to fly away. There was a time when I promised it would never go away,but instead I find it hard to remain where I stay. Though I never wanted to leave,There's a time where I have to go. Though the night feels so young, The morning has grown too old.  I can't say this was my choice, I can't say this was a choice. Thinking about the good old days,Will only make me lose my voice.  There's a time and place for everything,But there's never a place for everything.Making the better days the old days, wont make me fufill everything. Thats why we have to grow old, so we can see the better things.