For them that walk the night,
Brighter the lights have been.
The cold moon knows not,
Of tales unheard, unseen.
Hearts should fail not,
Nor should words speak,
Of feelings forbidden,
And the lonely streak.
Of some people we expect,
A mute unknown feeling,
A bard has naught,
But a few words for healing.
That way they know not,
Sometimes they do care,
Knowing they are lost,
All curtains laid bare.
But the path is hallowed,
And they walk alone,
Sad inside,smile without,
Others sins to atone.
