night
As the sun falls on the woods we are told not to scream
But instead as we lie down we are to dream
But as the the dark grows long that dream becomes fright
And as the fear grips hold the nightmares begin to rule the night
The more we fight the longer it will last
Until the dawn breaks we are stuck in the past
A man cant win no matter how strong
As long as the frright has him all he's done is wrong
But as the sun arises we see a glimmer
But for now its nothing more than a shimmer
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