The red leaks out, twisting in to tangled streams across the sky. Silver star, your time was well spent, but for moon moon it's time to fade until the end of daylight.; time for colors to leap back to life. Morning light ignites. Bodies like ships, sailing great distances to bring on a new revolution. Restored with a will to fight, and to, this time get it right. A spinning cycle that never stops clocks. Wasting away, day by day, to reach a goal of a seemingly endless plight. Keep hope in sight; maybe a day will come when what is left will be right.