Their First Song
Night-time is my enemy, loneliness to blame.
Every single night, I always feel the same.
I walk into empty rooms, for something to do.
I listen to traffic, wishing I was in traffic too.
Up and down 3 flights of stairs I often climb.
For no other reason but just to kill time.
An empty house, void of laughter and cheer.
I shout out loud as it breaks the silence I fear.
And I try to drag back my wandering mind.
As it searches for places, I don't want to find.
The night- time is my foe, for the sunrise I long.
Birds are my friend, as I await their first song.