In The Still Of The Night.

In the still of the night,
The moon casts its light,
On the fields of gold,
Where stories are told.

The wind whispers low,
Of secrets it knows,
Of love and of loss,
Of the weight of the cross.

The stars up above,
Shine down like a dove,
Guiding us through,
The darkness anew.

With each step we take,
We learn and we make,
Memories that last,
In the present and past.

So let us embrace,
This fleeting space,
And make the most,
Of the time that we've got.