It is time, I will concede Let's start again and then proceed To play a new game, with a new theme Tame some new words, write a new dream. This game went wrong from the beginning When I messed up, my wheels spinning. And now again, a few turns back, Trying hard the code to crack, I switched your bishop black to white And so my moves have all been quite Outdated, unrelated to the board. I'm playing with a broke record. It has been fun, I must admit, to sit and strategize a bit. But now I find its time to quit And start a fresh battle of wit. My King bows out, old and confused But in defeat, new strength is fused.
When the clouds press close, and shadows stay, Know that the sun still hides in play. This weight you carry is not forever, And even the darkest ties can sever. Lean on me, if the journey is long, Together we’ll hum a quiet song.
Sing of the Lady of the Night Who treads on sacred, silvered ground, Sways daintily to silent sound, Adorns the sky with silver light, And lingers with the Shades. She is the Goddess of the Dawn, Twinkle of kindness in his eye, The beauty of the midnight sky, Sister to those who dance and mourn, Her love a light that never fades. She is the Mother of us all. Stand still beneath Her watchful gaze; Her light sings of unuttered praise. Sweet Love before the tragic fall— Her endless mercy all pervades. And we emerge from 'neath her spell, As golden light spills 'cross the land, Across the page, over the hand That writes these words, this tale to tell: Her strength endures, and fear abates. The warmth, the joy, the leaping heart That follows as the new day breaks, As softly, hope once more awakes. Despair and doubt now fall apart; There is healing in the Shades.