The captives of the night, they chose
to live the life of the wilting rose
with each petal dropped to rise above and grow
and glow! through the rain and frostbitten snow.
Life is suffering the Buddha wrote
so recognize, be strong, and grasp the flow
live life eight fold.
we captives seem monsters to those who don't
grasp the knowledge of ebb and flow,
they will not see love in a icy moon
they won't know the romance behind a swoon.
The day beasts are quiet
in their effervescent riot
while in darkness we learn the beauty of silence.
captives are captives
we can't re-track.
We don't believe in comfort
outside the black.
I, for one will never look back.
though I may have known once,
I don't care to go back.
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