Under The Midnight Sky - Lyndon Queripel

The spring tide is not turning
It’s still on the rise
It’s never been so high
There’s another bridge burning
It no longer sighs
The flames begin to fly
Under the midnight sky

The wind of change is moaning
How it howls and cries
Here is a fear I can’t deny
Now the Earth starts groaning
There’s tears in my eyes
But my mouth feels so dry
Under the midnight sky

Lyndon Queripel