Sung from the Soul

Another's Song


The nights sometimes like to play,
Keeping little Warriors at bay,
Giving a breezes teases in my ear,
Enough to cause a commander tear,

But I will sing my song to the night,
Showing I'm stronger then its plight.

Why does it like to tickle my ear?
Does it not know I have no fear?
I hear its drum along my canvas,
Its call to bring me havoc...

But I will sing my song to the night,
Showing I'm stronger then its plight.

So keep your stories out of my head,
Can' you see me sleeping in bed?
I want to dream of crimson scars,
Endless plains and wild larl's roar..

But I will sing my song to the night,
Showing I'm stronger then its plight.