Dull Night

Dull night
Oh, such a dull night
Where’s the strong knight
Should I not be proud?
What’s to become of me?

I’m out of the wind’s reach
Hard to see the peace I seek
Hard to gather the calm to sit
What’s to become of me?

Maybe I shouldn’t’ve left your side
Maybe I told myself a downright lie
Maybe I can’t swim against the tide
What’s to become of me?

I still look forward to brighter days
And hope that things may simply change
Maybe in the end I’ll find my way
I hope it is what is to become of me

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What’s to become of me?

Dull Night