LazMinq

In dying ambers, the moon creeps up Stars twinkle softly, as I wait. There's no hate, there's no love the clock ticking forth to a parade Slowly from dark skies that hang above A new dawn breaks from gallant facade. In dreams of fields is the fields I run from To find my place in the sun I prayed It has begun. I climb awake The dark folds open New clouds glimmer Shadows on my bed The light shivers Reality quakes Dawn, breaks. So Please, Don't run away.