The night steals a march on my soul Such visions but uncommon for a blind man mocked by nature for his inadequacy The stars keep me company in this painful epiphany eternal darkness as my aid stick a companion come rain come shine How does it feel to be loved?

On such a night, When it seems a zillion stars Glitter about Decorating the sky When the moon seems at its best And it seems hopeless to ever Reveal all of its secrets; When the heavens above Dares one to unravel Its mysteries; When the nocturnal Are up and about...