Midnight Sun
Our lives begin,
the brightest of days
As I walk on this path,
the day grows shorter
Yami closes his grasp around me
But I can see the sun
The Midnight Sun
It pulls me foreword,
urges me on
It calls my name
Softly
Then with increasing force
"I'm coming," I say
Midnight Sun
It tells me where to go
Helps me on my journey
I can see the opening,
the exit
I want to see it,
the end
Everyone has a story,
A story that ends in light
That's what I've heard
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