Days become nights,
Shadows start creeping out as the midnight falls.
Tall, piny trees stretch over his head
He sits alone.
For the bench is his only retreat.
Oh, how the stars stare at him.
As the darkness engulfs everything underneath him,
Crickets chirp their night chirping songs.
Along the shadows, the trees start screaming,
Don't go. Stay another night under the silent sky!
The boy on the bench drops his head into his trembling hands,
He doesn't understand.
Oh, may the moon carry him
Home.
