Midnight sun.

If I ever conform to your escalation What of my words, when it is done I stand before the flames that burn And a midnight sun 

I carved the moon of paper hearts Just to see how night stars bleed And found one broken in my arms Where heaven likes to lead

Prone to agony aren't we just Love bares all in ways of trust Although the flames make gentle light, Tears made salt a rusty sight

 

Pinning in the mirror mist Forgiveness seeks the rain Days may come and cast a shadow But brighten up again
 

There the sun is shinning, low clouds despair no more All in well and frosty, lifting in light The forest floor Be one of bravery in the weariness days they come and pass us by But little do we know of heaven The passage in the sky
 

Mist may rise above, like smoke signals down on earth , but never has a day gone by, without you in it's worth Be the bravest warriors A storm shall pass the sun divine

Our journey isn't over yet Not for likes of yours or mine The rain is needed in the clearing To wash away the mellow debris Where vision can then justify The gentle serenity of the trees.