Darkness Flee Away

Oh darkness how cunning you think you are,
holding death in the palm of your hands.
You took her - You took him,
You swept a lot of them away with the wind.

Though you have no emotions,
You have no smile.
Your skin isn't Rosy,
Your hair dark Brown.

There will never be a friend to hold your hand,
at the end of that Sunny Day.
An enchanting love to whisk you into the air; amongst the leaves,
running through the Park as you both play.

You take their bodies and what you think is their soul,
then why do I see him move through the whispering trees.
He is only gone in flesh they say,
Well darkness I tell you to flee away because no one,
absolutely nothing ... Waits for you in this place.

K*L
Cocoa Soul