A day like any other. When the stars lost their brightness and the moon lost her gleam. The birds lost their song and the sun lost his sheen. They say that the night has a thousand eyes and the day but one. Yet the light of a whole world dies with the dying sun.
Happiness has a thousand names, but sorrow has none.
And the light in a whole life dies when death is done. Close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth. And the truth isnt what you want to see, In the dark it is easy to pretend, That the truth is what it ought to be. So the night becomes your friend. But you dream of the sun like the sun that day.