The lonesome of the dark
is my newest best friend at night
the wind on the window
no longer fills me with fright
the anger in my heart
is soothed by the cries from my walls
it's turned to sadness
wanting to answer their child's calls
I'm a mother without my child
she's away in sweet dreamland
as i just lie awake
in the light of the nocturnals' hand
i pray sunrise never comes
i don't think i could face the light
so for now I'm simply here
at the mercy of the night
