Day turns into lonesome night.

While I am immersed in dark,

The dying stars pour out their last light.


The stars and moon guide my way

As my feet scream for relief,

But I know I cannot stay.


I fall, and I climb,

I walk, and I run,

But I know I am losing time.


Though my feet might lose their way,

My hopes scrape the sky,

As dark relents to glorious day.

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