"Goodnight"
On the wings of angels
I have flown
Upon the clouds of dreams
Above the lights
Of greater heights
Far above the tormented screams
I have listened well
To hear the bells
Tolling in the confines of my mind
And I've closed my eyes
To the outside world
For which I had become blind
And though alive
I have acted dead
For tears I shall not shed
And the angels which carry me
Have started to become my reality
For it is all I have wished to see
The darkness derived from light
Envelops me into the quiet night
Until the black becomes my sight
And all I'll whisper is, "Goodnight."