The stars are thankful for their rest,
These eyes have turned towards brighter light.
Heaven heaves its blackened chest,
Succumbing to aphotic night
And granting eyes their rightful sight,
The sight of her, of love professed.
The stars are thankful for their rest,
These eyes have turned towards brighter light.
Heaven heaves its blackened chest,
Succumbing to aphotic night
And granting eyes their rightful sight,
The sight of her, of love professed.
