• I wonder what your future holds
    Brighter mornings, hearts of gold
    Tell me your stories of breaking dawn,
    Sleepy silence, love gone wrong.

    A sleeping world of rushing wind,
    Deep dark night, bright lit sin.
    A shadow of hope creeps on by,
    Seeing such a star lit sky.

    Scars and secrets, hidden lies.
    Portraits this image from Van Gogh's eyes.
    From the painting he felt a great scorn,
    But never-the-less, a starry night was born.