The night dies every morning

but she laughs at the day after all.

You must hide the sun from her,

I got through, but I'am still here.

I was looking for joy, your treasure,

you cried for me and I forgot you after all,

I did find nothing, but love

I got through, come and find me.

Minutes, hours, days, weeks

passing by but you have to wait.

If a door opens in the distance

got through, come and follow me!

J. Morrison