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.