A thought in space

The day is good for the sun is light
Hope love kindling the fire in all things
The night is black cold indifference an influenced evil that spreads cruel influence
Hearts bleed and hate feeds and the tide of life recedes till morning
But who will sleep who will dream when the Lord hides his face
And of those that taste that bitter sweet echoe in darkness those lost in the laughing clowns
Will they return from they're demented inner circus of folly and fun
Will they once again run in bright earthly fields of light
Daywalkers daywalkers though art and to light thee shall return
Ohh prodigal sons of the sun Come and let us pray in the Glory of the morning