The Last Night

Riley Lincoln

West Palm Beach 

Dec. 12. 2012

Darling, the moon is not very bright

  I think this may be our last night

I hear thunder across the plain

  And it feels like a cold rain

I think our trip is coming to an end

  But we found out what was around the bend

Sometimes we slipped

  Sometimes we tripped

We had fun and did a lot on the run

  We didn't listen to anyone

Now it's time for the big storm

  To take us away

The moon will blink

  The stars will flash

Thunder will fall down

  The lightning will be bright

See you in the Promised Land tonight

                      Your Man