I walked in midnight ink darkness
And sleep in the gold ray of the days
My life is one built upon rare dreams
My old brain fails, I've lost sharpness
Along with that, my heart is in decay
And this pain steals away my sleep
I swear I never meant to be so cold
I've been losing, nothing is found
And nothing will remain new
Until I reach sacred ground
And make my final claim
“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far,
far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”
And sleep in the gold ray of the days
My life is one built upon rare dreams
My old brain fails, I've lost sharpness
Along with that, my heart is in decay
And this pain steals away my sleep
I swear I never meant to be so cold
I've been losing, nothing is found
And nothing will remain new
Until I reach sacred ground
And make my final claim
“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far,
far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”
