As the midnight bell begins its toll, I pray to the God of the Rising Sun, that as I sleep, and as I wake, I may turn life anew and a'bare, wherefore seeks I not attention, nor delight, in the skeptic stares of strangers n'rare, that I may think before I speak, lest my words untrue become unveil'd, so that I may hate myself a little less, and love the world just a little more















