It was the 12th hour The sky dark And the city lights gleaming The moon was hiding But there was a certain peace And the wind howled The sounds of the few remaining people awake Altogether it’s a cloud of noise Making a selcouth lullaby You close your eyes and try to just listen to that… Strange composition As you do you hear a party The sound of cars and music People laughing You hear humanity at its best And you yourself remember what humility is like The corners of your mouth curling up a slight bit You also hear tree leaves rustling And the wind blowing past you ruffling your hair And the natural moonlight The bugs crawling all around The ecosystems and the communities The life all around you pulls you back You’ve been forced back into your own self And a tear falls Slowly it outlines your cheek Then your laugh lines And eventually it falls on the edge of your jawline You feel a sudden peace And you reach an epiphany Seeing the world yet again in color In a new bright light You changed all because of a lullaby One that felt unfamiliar at first But now just as you remembered it You breath in feeling the air fill your lungs Your chest puffing up for a second Until you deflate
The song is memory from Undertale
