Longing for the day

When the fear sets in, where the fire burns.

where i find the place but there's no where to turn. 

When the evening sings an eerie song, 

Then you long for the day

You can find your place but never fit in. 

Only when you've left, do you know where you've been,

When you've always felt the rhythm, 

What happens when there's no more rhyme.!