Thursday, July 31, 2008

Concealed

Trapped by the darkness
Like the midnight skies
No one dares
To explore the dark
But little do they know
All light needs the dark

Light is concealed
Light is a way
Dark is shown
Dark is a choice
Let me ride from dark
Run away from this
Concealed past

True colors shown
I swear there is to many
But all I can see is black and white
Colors are taken away
Like the darkness
In that summer night

Light is concealed
Light is a way
Dark is shown
Dark is a choice
Let me ride from dark
Run away from this
Concealed past

Show me the path
Show me the white
I don't need to see
This darkness anymore
I feel trapped
I feel hidden

Light is concealed
Light is a way
Dark is shown
Dark is a choice
Let me ride from dark
Run away from this
Concealed past

Oh save me now
Oh save me from
The Concealed

1 comments:

Bela said...

Very nice Adam! I like how you compared midnight to a sort of cruelty. Well done!