Through Night’s Time Alpha slakatub
I Dark and cold as it may be Strolls yonder for I am free Yet why do I feel I am alone? Why am I happy in the darkness’ zone? II Windily chills come to a breeze Grief and sadness, I am to seize Growing fond, so weary and numb Through night’s time, I will succumb III Aging as years come and go Loneliness forming high and low Through night’s time, I’ll have my bliss Though the world smells horse’s piss IV In an outage of light, I feel calm In the dark, I read my palm Through night’s time, there is to build What’s inside that I have sealed V As I wait for the light, I found joy In the darkness, I am his boy All throughout I have been there Feeling all my tear and care
Illustration by Emmy Nava
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