is all around me
it calls me
it feeds me
and this cage
they call a room
cannot keep me
silent or still
i run into the black
the city is sleeping
surrounded by the dark
i'm so happy i'm weeping
my heart is bursting
my love unreturned
i kneel to the ground
i cry to be heard:
"I'm not like them,
i am lonely and i'm dying!
i'm tired of acting!
how long can i pretend?"
and when the night ends
like it never was
in my heart
i'm clean and ready
for the cruelty of
another sunny day.
The Night
© Copyright: Анастсия Баховская, 2004
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