Freedom at Midnight

The clock strikes midnight
I rise from my covers
I peer through my window
The moonlight streaks across my floor

I slip out of the covers
I tiptoe across my floor
I peek through a crack
My parents are sound asleep

I slip off my nightgown
I slip on my black garments
I tuck my hair under my hood
Tonight I'm going to be free

I grab my backpack
I look back through the crack
My parents slumber on
They can't stop me this time

I creep back to my bed
I tuck my pillows under
I make my bed nice and neat
I know more than what you acknowledge

I open my bolted window
I slip out into the night
I walk down the dark road
I have done it. I'm free.