As summer sun sleeps
On our twilight song...

(This poem is about a certain boy's hair. He has...
There is a day in everyone's life...

Despair is the thing with scales
That slides across our minds...

The Warriors of Light and the Minions of Evil walk...
Each progressing at the same rate...

All the right words seem so wrong, ((oh so wrong...
And all the wrong moves seem so right, ((as right...