The gift of light from the morning sun gives hope anew for what's to come
Friends of plenty and worries few are side effects of flowers dew.
But as the light begins to fade I see my friends will do the same.
What precious hours we hold so dear will be torn away as my heart sears?
Here one second and gone the next the night will come give brightness rest
And I'll stay here all through this night until new suns return my light.