there's a certain comfort I suppose, in the neverending night
no stars left to shine, no light in sight
you sit alone in the dark, wishing for peace
to keep dreaming forever, to eternally sleep
the day comes to greet you, it comes with a song
you can say you're ok, you can say that you're strong
but sometimes your will has all but disappeared
and you feel your smile droop, and then there come tears
the tears that joke you, that swallow you whole
that leaves your brain rotting, a page with a hole
so you sit, and you wait, for that end to arrive
for the morning to come, where you pretend to thrive
but you remember the aching, all the night through
and it's always with you, it's a part of you

© count on the stars