In the silence of the night, under the whispering pines,

I found solace in the melody, a rhythm that intertwines.

A balm for the weary heart, a refuge for the soul,

A song that speaks of healing, making the broken whole.



Chorus of the stars, in the sky so clear,

Humming the tune of comfort, drawing the lost near.

Like a painkiller, it soothes the deepest ache,

With every note it cradles, every sorrow it takes.



Verse of the moonlight, dancing on the lake,

A serenade of peace, for every soul's sake.

In the quiet, it whispers, "You're not alone,"

A gentle reminder, in the softest tone.



Bridge of the dawn, as the new day unveils,

A promise of hope, as the night's curtain sails.

The painkiller's song, in the light it thrives,

A testament to strength, as the spirit revives.



Outro with the sunrise, in colors so bold,

A canvas of courage, a story retold.

The melody lingers, a painkiller's gift,

In the heart of the listener, the spirits it lifts.

© Madman