More than a Friend

Nightchild, Beauty of the midnight
somewhere between bay of storms
and shattered truth of blinding lights
you rise and breathe of the tale reborn.

Lullaby, Mist of the morning sky
oh how you find a way to shine?
show me how to go back in time,
to see truth and learn how to fly.

Let me hold you tight,
and let our warmth shine through,
when coldness vanishes into the light,
i know i have found my way to you.