Though the grass is black at night
And the sun turns into the moon
How nothing feels all right
It will all be ok soon
The dark can only be around
When there is no light
It creeps when there is no sound
It lets the fear ignite
Though in the dark things go right
It isn’t all fear and it isn’t all fright
But good things come and stay the time
The cycle of life is the real never-ending rhyme
Stars shine and bodies heal
Forests regrow and a feeling so real
Sleep of the great and cleaning of the airs
Seeing the third eye of the God who’s stare
Through the pain comes happy
And the rain the sun shines
Through the hatred some still love
From receiving to giving what’s mine
Black is all colors
And somehow white like light is nothing
So through the darkness comes the goodness
Something no one has seen since…..