The comfort of the night

The dark trees whisper
An the moon is bright
The wood is silent
In the dead of night
The world is sleeping
As it passes me by
I walk the dark path
And I start to cry
My tears are glistening
As they fall to the ground
And I am running
Without a sound
My life is wasting
And It's not right
But I can't stop running
With the comfort of the night
( Alexandra Rattray 11 September 2003 All rights reserved