It's Not What it Seems

The night is ripe
The shadows are gone
Rooster to crow
And it shall be dawn

Think of life
And it's the same
You step out the door
Hoping for a lawn

Your ship all ready
About to sail
At the mercy of the sea
You won't know when to bail

There will come a day
With nothing of your crown
Neither a penny
Nor a dime to pawn

But don't worry yet
For there is still hope
When the night is at it's darkest
It's about to dawn!