I
look in to the night sky and I wonder “why”?
Why
is there so little we know,
So
little we see.
All
I know is that I’m me.
I
see the beauty in the darkness.
It
may be there, or may be not.
But
endless thoughts flourish my mind,
Of
what I want the darkness to be.
If
it was mine, I’d cherish my possession.
But
if light unveiled something terrible,
I
can’t say I’d be proud of my darkness.
Though
I’d stand by it.
I
wouldn’t return my back
On something I wish to be beautiful
My
darkness is youthful,
So it may always change for the better.
But
if the darkness was something great,
Others
would grow irate.
That
I took a change and paid off.
I’d
lay down and die for my darkness.
I
think you should believe nothing you hear,
And
half of what you see.
But
I have full loyalty in what I see.
Why? Because
I see its beauty.
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