Alates.
I hear you now You at my door I hear your cries At an early four. Sweet summer child, You dare arrive After long empty nights? Knowing my pride, You dare wait To catch my sight? I could leave it ajar And welcome you in. For I know, You wouldn't go too far Before succumbing to sin. Oh thou had taught Taught thy well. With a nod and smile I'd rekindle that flame. Rekindle that warmth Against thy November night. But hey, When you jump the mile To seek my light You'd find oceans down Just to drown your flight.