sumeshiryuk

Nights It's in the middle of the night While the rooms are quite and dark And more meaningful things are asleep Dead to the problems of the day Unknowing that all the real monsters of the mind come out at night It is here Among these demons and fears that I live Alive and Breathing and Thinking Of troubles that I brush off during the day Thinking of you and her And them Trying my best to fight the good fight Be strong Be what I should be Be what I know I can be I'm fighting till it hurts And I break And I can't try anymore I'm not strong right now I'm frightened and so alone Even with a warm hand to touch my face I am crying on the

all of the children went to their beds, a soft starry light guarding their heads; hush now baby, don't you weep, silence is just music put to sleep.