The tears are trickling down
My faces scared and broken look,
My heart is slowly peeling
From it's rusty crooked hook.
The moon is getting larger
And the stars are falling in,
But all I dare to think about
is Him.
My eyes are slowly shutting now,
My body becomes tense.
Yet everything around me
Is a glowing pool of sense.
The moon is getting smaller
And the sun is coming in,
But all I dare to think about
is Him.
