• The Sun rises each day,
    and the Moon falls every night.
    But neither the blaze nor the lunar,
    are as beautiful of a sight.
    Your eyes, your lips, your hair,
    all echo endless radiance in grace.
    Even your subtly sweet voice,
    added beauty to this place.
    But this joy accompanies pain,
    Maybe even merciless sorrow,
    for this perfection is soon to be lost,
    perhaps even by the morrow.
    The Sun rises each day,
    and the moon falls every night.
    Neither the blaze nor the lunar,
    are as beautiful of a sight.
    I will not rest on this eve,
    knowing loneliness is my fate,
    but so long as you are happy,
    I can carry the burdens of this weight.
    So I shall whisper a sweet tune,
    a lullaby to aid in your restless sleep,
    may your dreams be ones of joy,
    and that feeling will be yours to keep.
    Goodnight my dearest love,
    please remember who I was,
    for soon you will never see me again,
    as I fall into hellish jaws.
    The Sun rises each day,
    and the Moon falls every night,
    But neither the blaze nor the lunar,
    could ever replace your beautiful sight.
    I pray you hear my dying call,
    while I forever spiral and fall.