"We have to write for ourselves as children. You know, when innocence was legal. When summers seemed to go on forever. And youd cycle miles just to tell a friend youd seen a frog. When you could play in your back yard with any old thing."
The time has come to chase the light,
to fight against the dark of night.
At the close of day and fade to black,
Calm I sleep until it comes back.
Open your eyes and start the fight,
the time has come to chase the light.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-