When the Night Blows Out

NOTHING IS AS ITSELF,MY OWN REFLECTION LIES OR IS IT IM CHANGING, THE ROAD IS GREY CAST,AND THE WINDS ARE BLOWING MADNESS, THE WILD MOUTAINS THUNDER AT MY REQUEST,MY MIND ACHES WHEN I TRY TO REST, THE SILENCE SCREAMS SO LOUD IT BLEEDS, FROM THE DESERT STARS I FIND MINDLESS PEACE, MY YESTERDAYS WANTS ARE NO LONGER TODAYS NEEDS, IN THE NEXT GLARE OF THE SETTING SUN MY DAY WILL CEASE TO BURN, WHEN THE NIGHT BLOWS OUT AGAIN, I WILL FIND ANOTHER MEMORY TO ROAM.