Night

Life's too short to be so long, Us too weak to be so strong. The earth, too right to be so wrong; This, my qualm, will break the dawn Beneath the furnace lies a chill Where bodies weaken, minds grow ill Another place where all is still Yet just a bottle filled with pills. One for happy, one for sad One for anxious, one for mad An herb to light to make me eat; A pill to take for wake and sleep. The bottle empties rather quick, And soon enough i feel how sick That I've become, and all along This bottle comes to be the qualm. But i won't die before i wake. My lord, i pray, my soul can take Anything that comes along; I'll be fine, no nothings wrong. Not until the dusk turns dawn. Not until my rights turn wrong. Until revealed the weak from strong, I never knew it'd take this long. This, my qualm, i sing along Inside my head from dusk till' dawn.