Treasure Island

Smoky Hoss

(01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

The Dark


By day
The sun comes around
Looking for love
To be found-
While at night
The dark digs away
At the poetic words
I say-
Sullen in the dark
My soul reels
With the weight of emptiness
It, all alone, so deeply feels-
The closed curtains part
With each new sunrise
Revealing the darks
Wretched lies-
Dancing in the light
My heart anew sings
With all the joy
That the sun brings-
It's the light
To praise
Thankful to God
For these new days-
It's the dark
To curse
And damn the old devil
All the worse-
Oh, I know
The dark waits around for me to slowly die
But, it is the light
That shall take me away to forever fly-
So to hell
With the dark...
It's the Light and I
Who will never part!

Submitted: Friday, October 28, 2011
Edited: Friday, October 28, 2011

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