Night Creates A Master Peice

Darkness falls on a bright sunny day.
Its night time now, It comes once a day.

I sit in my room wondering what to say.
I write a song that will take all day.

This one is special, This one I love.
This song I will sing for a pretty girl one day.

I've got the strum, The chords, No lyrics, And the beat.
The only thing left is to find the rythm in my feet.

I search my Heart, I search my Soul.
What to say I do not know.

With every stroke of my pincil I add a little love for the picture.
For this song I know is a winner.