Glory to ye..O' night

when the night is at its darkest, with the morning sun at bay,
my dreams do then awaken, with a million things to say

when the crimson hues of night sky, shine in all their nightly glory
my dreams do then transcend, spinning for me my story

with the break of dawn when lightness, seeps in its way through the crack
those dreams then rest in my eyes, with a hope for a way back...
Hoping to stay with me, through the blinding light of the day
hoping to not get burnt, hoping to not fade away

but while the night as dark as it may be, shows me the light within
the day light in all its brightness, shows the darkness of the world i'm in

where my dreams of the night are stories, of love and hope and light
my eyes open to a day, with mornings darker than the night

and so I wait for the night again, and to him who hears, I pray
hold on O', ye night serene, let my dreams and my hopes stay