One summer night..

One summer night they called:
They said, be bold
Behold, the era of the young and gold.
The phase took place, the lights outshone.
The manner in which, we could never have known.
The sound so loud, the air so heavy.
The hums so soothing, the sips refreshing.

Then the night went out, the sun creeped up.
It creeped up, it creeped up
It creeepeddd upppp.

One winter night they called:
They said, be bold
Behold, for the night is young and it could never get old.
So mask your fears, oh dears, oh peers
Take that step, change those gears.
Make it count, forgot arrears.
Before the snow starts melting,
The hearth dies down,
The fire within, runs out of ground.

Then the night went out, the sun creeped up.
It creeped up, it creeped up
It creeepeddd upppp.

One monsoon night they called:
They said, be bold.
Behold, the clouds are crying
From the pain so heavy and old,
The night so foggy and cold.
So, curb that sadness, let out those tears,
those fears, and remember.
All those nights we called
And said, behold, behold