I'm awaiting for the moon to carry me off to sleep
In its hypnotic light shining through my window
I find the peace
Or piece of mind I need
Or could it just be, I can relate to the loneliness it feels
As opposed to the sun
that sees all, active and joyful.
The moon sees no one roaming through the streets.
Only those poor unfortunate souls
Those lone rangers
Those like me
Those who've become insomnias' friend
When they had a chat with him
About the troubles in their head that had stolen their sleep.
Those that stay up because its the only time they can cry out their hearts Hidden in the darkness
They hid their tears so no one would question
Those who were never good at anything and try to figure out the meaning of their life
Those like me
Who write the life's of many
Because they themselves can relate to the suffering they felt
Because I feel it too.
Those that find their peace
Or piece of mind in the shadows
Who've become friends with their demons and the darkenss
Those souls like mine
