Let come what may
Night falls like the curtains of black velvet
Signaling the end of another lonely day
Opening the doorway to the inner voice
Let come what may
As the night deepens in its despair
Raising terrible images of the past
The inner voice tales of horrors gone by
Let come what may
The witching hour is at hand again
Where is even a single true friend
The inner voice crackles with delight
Let come what may
The dusk before dawn is the blackest time
I sit still alone waiting for morning
The inner voice screams a warning
Let come what may
The night gives way to dawn
Here I am in the light again
The inner voice fades away
I have won again today
 Copyright ©2001 Christopher Mandrell