When the world is sleeping and everything is dark.
My eyes are always leaping as my dreams run away still leaving a mark.
When the star’s are bright and the moon shines light.
I know I am loved, but the scars leave me hanging from somewhere above.
Life is like a flower and with control there comes power
But when the world is dark and the flower has wilted
Nothing’s ever the same and your world has now tilted.
When the world is sleeping I am awoken
I am doomed to walk the night unrestful and unspoken
But when my flower wilts and my deeds that been done I shall leave this case
And leave this world without a trace.
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