• While the light dims,
    the darkness grows,
    whats the cause?
    no one knows,
    the days are short,
    the nights are long,
    and somewhere,
    there is a song,
    being played,
    in the shade,
    in the silence,
    the lonely piper,
    plays a tale.
    A tale of sorrow,
    played so sweet,
    that people gather,
    in the abandoned street,
    to hear the tale,
    the piper plays,
    to remember the warmth,
    of the summer days,
    the days of peace,
    where there was no fear.
    Oh how quick the seasons change,
    where the light was bright,
    and darkness dim,
    standing in the warmth of light,
    now haunted by the darkness's might,
    in the shadows,
    in the cold,
    whats the cause?
    no one knows.