Each night I look at the stars and I

scream because the future doesn’t look that bright.

How am I supposed to live a lie

knowing we’ll lie with another through night?

Our past is scattered with fallen leaves

grey clouds pushing the sun out of our sight.

Memories slinking into dusk like thieves

slipping away though we still try to hold tight.

But for now there’s nothing we can do

except huddle together and pray for light.

I’ll stoke the fire and dance for you

and pretend that what we are doing is right.