I feel your Blue...
And it is never pale;
Only Royal or Midnight
A veil of sad circumstance
A net capturing sorrow
From depths unrecoverable

And the Blue shines on your face...
And it is ever pale;
Stop running to your Midnight
Of safety and sorrow
Of absolute devastation
They all miss you so very much

Embrace your fears...
Take them in even stride moderation;
But realign them
As goals to triumph
As excitement of mastery
Take on the dictator of your soul

Bear in mind your past,
Bear in mind your future.
Recognize this is Legacy vs. Death.
Choose the right path.