After the night, there's always a morning.
The shadows seem to just slipp away.
What once was fear, now was a listless dream,
Of demons and dark things and things not of the day.
Even in the darkness, the Lord waits for me.
Always shining, awaiting my plea.
Oh Lord guard my night as well as my day.
K eep it for you.
Feeling the night, just breath it in.
Taste the dark forcess creeping within.
There laughter echoes acroos...
waiting for the heart to stop.
But God awaits with them, in every corner.
Ready to defend and mark me as His.

CMT