The Grand.

The grand,

I've been by myself...

Do you know the midnight song?

If you don't sleep, let your sins be company.

I don't care for the sound of my voice;

grandeur, I look at me

not a second before.

I've said countlessly

I walk, slip and cotton catches me.

Do you know the daylight song?

If you aren't you, why are you alive?

The grand,

to be told many stories...

Years don't just pass,

my eyes were once blue,

such is the innocence of faith.

I've been myself

not by myself, else

glitter would've turned grey.

Do you know the midnight song?

If you seek out rest, years will just pass;

I don't care for the sound of my voice;

grandeur, I chase me

and bliss leaves me by the side of a bumpy road.

I've said repeatedly

I can't be forgotten. I walk, slip

and dreams are wide open.

Do you know the daylight song?

How many will remember you,

even with those sins?