Late at night
When she looked up
To that white ceiling
With that well known,
caged happiness
With eye blue aparent color
Black deep inside
Sparkled with tears of remorse.
That was when she realized
That inside her caged desesperation
She found a freedom, long waited.
Into the lateness of the night,
Right in the darkness of the shadows,
Where the moon did not shine.
There she was, tasting freedom.
She could do anything
So she spoke,
And whispered what she could not during the day,
There she found a shoulder
In the moon that always listened.
She was finally free of showing the scars,
Of tending the wounds
And picking a mask for the next battle.
And so she went in her silent war.
Fighting in the hours of dreaded light
And resting on the cold darkness
Always late at night.
