Midnight Starlights, highway streetlights.

When warmth is in thy breeze, than do thee feel like loved. 

Why dost thou close thy eyes than do thou see such beauty? 

For tomorrow is just a worry, but yet today thy heart ache for tomorrow.

Tears of pain or tears of joy do thou cry for? 

For thou only leaves behind memories that I could wonder of.

If thou was meant to be, thou was meant to be. ~