Heart of My Night

In the heart of my night

there is something shining bright.

 

Is it hope or denial

standing before a trial?

Who can tell

what is better to sell?

 

Is it light or illusion?

A fight without conlusion.

 

Is it true or fake?

Is it a beauty to wake?

 

Is it true beauty in the deepest pit

or just an abyss in disguise?

Who can see fit

to see under the night's guise?

 

Is it reaching out to the darkness

or just a fading light?

Finding out lies beyond any sharpness.

Also dying lights can shine bright.

 

It is hiding

without confiding

in the heart of my night.

It is an untouchable light.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.04.2016

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