There is a night alone and cold
which soon becomes
a thousand restless uneasy days
As I live in the aftermath
of all my foolish, wild
and unbroken ways

There is a fear which tries
with such fervor to surround
and bring down this heart
As whatever scraps
of my sanity try desperately
not to depart

Yet I cannot help but to wander
here awhile in the stillness
of a great and impending doom
And in this place of silent madness
to make for myself
a happy, little room

And there to be quite content
within me where I have chosen
now to live
Where all the treasures
I have stored up become
mine alone to give

There is a day when dawn
revives the spirit
and peace is found once more
Just beyond the threshold of endurance
where life becomes
as it was before