Why fear the night?
And why fear the dark?
Is it so different from light?
When evil is the day
That pulls me from my bed,
When I was almost happy sleeping,
When I'd rather lay my head,
And why does the sun have to rise?
When in the night it's easier to feel,
And the day is still dull and blank,
And in the night it's easier to heal,
When the day still aches,
And I wish the sun wouldn't rise,
So I'd never have to wake,
And forever dark skies,
And peace, and quiet, in the night.