Telling Tales

It's such a relief to die in your sleep
To know that it's only a dream
The moment's so sweet
Almost makes all those nights worthwhile
And you'll smile
The [?] of sorrow will drain and dry
It will help you some
To fear the dark is to feel the light
And these telling tales have a habit of
They trip you up to pick you up
So find your feet and you will run again
And again you'll smile
Sunlight will eat away the remains of grey
Its caressing rays will help you some
To fear the dark is to feel the light