As I watch the wild winds,
And the dangly willow trees spin.
I sit in my rocking chair,
and let the wild wind blow my hair.
I sit in drastic fear,
Hoping the nights will soon dissappear.
I've watched it all before,
I've listened to creaky old doors.
But tonight I feel different.
I'm here, but yet I am distant.
I see and hear everything,
In the night the wild winds sing.
I am sitting alone this darkest night,
Filled with a terrible eerie fright.
Thinking it over,
"How do I end this darkest night?"
