The wind on a cold winter night
Almost feels like the bitter gasps I take
Between each moon set I devour light
For I know the dark's grip is so tight.
And I am so terrified to close my eyes
The same thunder creaps up to me each time
If I pull the covers over my face again
What if I forget to open them?
Tree branches are scraping on my window
But I can't get up to close the shades now
I am already in the middle of a bad dream
Sweet day come before I scream