Cease the Day - In The Woods...

Dawn is a spell to be broken

The night is for drifting on the seas

As the fire becomes cold

There’s a story to be told

Life’s embers floating on the breeze

We never will return to this day

A memory is all you’ll bear

Life’s seasons changing fast

So cherish 'til the last worn care

Overcome

Dawn is a dreamer to be woken

The darkness a time to turn away

When the memories you hold

Are worth more than foolish gold

Hear the calling

Time to cease the day