frozen rose
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Beautiful Midnight
The reflection of my eyes,
Are withdrawing me to the stars above,
As I watch the moon arise from the darkened horizon.
I can only see, the blackness of the night,
As I sit here and wonder how the eagles fly.
Now I see the stars,
Twinkling so brightly into my heart,
As I start to hear,
My spirits cry.
I can't imagine life,
Without the mystery of the moon,
And how it shines, with written glory.
How can the nothingness, of the day,
Be so beautiful...
Beautiful midnight,
The exquisite time of the day,
Where the animals cry,
For their prolonged dream.
Humans are asleep,
Resting their long nightmares away,
As I sit here,
I get to see the remarkable visions,
Of their dreams.
Beautiful midnight,
The mysterious time of the day,
Where the nocturnal animals come and play...
The reflection of my eyes,
Are withdrawing me to the stars above,
As I watch the moon arise from the darkened horizon.
I can only see, the blackness of the night,
As I sit here and wonder how the eagles fly.
Now I see the stars,
Twinkling so brightly into my heart,
As I start to hear,
My spirits cry.
I can't imagine life,
Without the mystery of the moon,
And how it shines, with written glory.
How can the nothingness, of the day,
Be so beautiful...
Beautiful midnight,
The exquisite time of the day,
Where the animals cry,
For their prolonged dream.
Humans are asleep,
Resting their long nightmares away,
As I sit here,
I get to see the remarkable visions,
Of their dreams.
Beautiful midnight,
The mysterious time of the day,
Where the nocturnal animals come and play...
