Look above, At this dreamy world, Which shines so bright, Beyond the stars. It calls to the child, Fast asleep, In their small beds, Listening to the fireplace crackling. It calls to the wild, Where predator and prey roam, Without boundaries, Without the chatter of the people. So as you look up, And see the stars, Look a little farther, And you will know where you are. The moon rises over the bay, Just as the sun sets, And as the world falls to sleep, They listen for midnight’s calling. At the end of the sunny day, You store those memories, And run away into your imagination. The magic comes, As the midnight calls, To those who sleep, And those who roam. As the moon rises, Midnight calls to the weak, Midnight calls to the humble, To sleep soundly in it's arms. For this is the calling of midnight.
The perception of life is meaningful, But paired with real experience and emotion, Is powerful, It is a devotion in life to understand it. But the world isn’t perfect, It doesn’t strive to be well-rounded. To find the beauty, In hatred and destruction, It takes an Eagle’s eye, To find what is hidden within. Striking the soil, Hoping for riches alike, Is a physical guild, Without meaning nor purpose, Is worthless in mind and soul. Look beyond, Past the sweet songs, Across the great oceans, And you can see, Beyond the hatred and despair, That here there is hidden beauty.