What is it with nights?
A spectacular shooting star just flew right past me I must be lucky I said Thinking! What is it with nights? As beautiful and peaceful as they appear What is it that makes them all unique? What is it that makes them the comforter of sorrows and the wiper of tears? But then again what is it with darkness that brings loneliness and sadness to others? So I lay my head to sleep Sweating and scared woken up by a nightmare! In a world full of people I felt all alone Haunted and afraid I hid in the blankets! Thinking! What is it with nights? That makes them all unique As scary and evil as they sometimes come Still witness the sweetest lovemaking sessions and sometimes see the wildest celebrations So what is it with nights?