The morning seems so far away, as it draws near and near.
The morning seems so far away as night turns into fear,
But soon the day will be here,
Soon the night will fade, but now i see that you have seen the nightly ghosts of fear.
The night turns darker and darker as time just seems to stand still, But i cannot imagine the closeness of the light, as the morning is just a few hours away from now.
I try to understand it but i can't seem to find, what there is to believe in, when someone you can help, just ends up being deceiving.
