Midnight

The moon is out and before I reach my high,

my mind must be clear.

The moonlight is bright and the wind is calm

my brain thinks of you

as I begin to elevate higher.

I’m free, I’m moving faster and climbing higher

your touch has given me peace

my heart is stronger, my soul brighter, I begin to feel at home.

and now leaving you doesn’t seem so bad but moving on with out you is just mad.

The wind flows through my hair and the clock strikes 12

It takes my soul from me

And now I am gone and finally at peace you can leave me now that I am deceased..