Procession Of The Dancing Dusk Part II
Dappled dreams and painted nights
Miseries tease the open eye
Rythms boast of times demise
The walking cry of lullabyes
The racing minds quest for finish lines
Where do all the trophies lie?
Seekers chase what's right behind
Crying tears already dry
As they turn to face the grand reprise
Of sleep residing shy of life