When all is quiet and all is meek,
Midnight comes and snatches me.
Gazing at the moon and feeling her light
Standing at the window feeling the cold of night.
i slowly ask who could that be
who softly whispers in my ear
i glance to my left and try to catch
who it is whose laugh dances so light.
i only see an empty space
that once occupied my warm embrace
i try to run and catch up so hard
i guess i really was never meant
to have come this far.