The Midnight Hour
As midnight approachesI hear the cry of the hopeless
Crying of what they need in life
Dying of their stress and strife
Conflict pursues them endlessly
And the only one that can help is me
A star gaze is all I have to fight
A gaze so strong and full of might
It rips through the edge of tonight
Giving me a divine light so bright
Dreaming of a seemingly endless war
I find myself just as confused as before
I could never find what the hopeless needed
I could never find a means in which to feed it
I can’t feed the different creeds
I can’t find the giving tree
A tree which bares but one fruit
A tree which bares only the truth
The truth of the hopeless
A truth in which approaches
It approaches only the cowards
Upon the gaping midnight hour
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