I never was an early riser Preferring late nights and long sleep-ins I miss when the sun rose When the birds would sing their melodious songs I miss the feeling of that needed Fresh cup of joe By the afternoon I was already rising to my flow While everyone else Was preparing for bed I was anticipating the night instead The moon and stars, Are old friends Tranquility Serenity Fills the darken air My favorite time Is when there’s no rays from the sun But the glow from the moonlight instead