THE FIGHT






THE FIGHT

 
Night into day.
Day into night.
I’m swept away
As I hold tight.
 
The night numbs me,
Making me cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
 
I prefer day
When the sun shines.
The night is fey,
Dark through the pines.
 
Night into day.
Day into night.
Days become grey,
No strength to fight.
 

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