The night passes in my direction
only the willing are here now
drowning my sorrows in wine
seems a good idea to me.

A mirage or light in my eyes
i see no light here?just a moon
lit ground and dead trees
around this place.

Collect my thoughts swallow my
remorse i am finished wallowing
in this sentiment release this
ambition to soldier on.

My stand is useless your power
is cruel and strong willed half
asleep half awake morning
is coming.