The day would be as dark as night,
corrupt with out a source,
taking in an insomniacs dream,
forcing love to hurt,
From every dream you have at night,
somehow holds a wish,
waiting to come true some day,
building upon a list,
Of every wish there is a fear,
that comes into your mind,
filling life with nightmares,
your running out of time.
Of every fear there is a weakness,
that takes your life away,
fills your life with sadness,
you must endure the pain.
Hold on to tight and squeeze out life,
but let go and lose it all,
Which is worth it love or loss?
Which is worth a fall?
