The Man Who Lost The Sun

I want to feel this way

I worship the night and despise the day

Sleep brings escape from turmoil and pain

The accursed sun brings it back again

I sleep and dream, of kingdoms far away

I might be king, loved for a day

A life I choose, no despair or hate

With fear I will not ingratiate

When the darkness comes

I would not run

I am the man who lost the sun

My waking hour should have come

But I denied the warmth of rising sun

No more. to see the shadows fall

I walk a black horizons dawn