Dead Of Night
By Silver Angel
She walks in the dead of nightNo one to hold her tightNo one knowing No one caringNo one wantingNo one daringTo stop her as she wandersOver mountains, across fieldsLeaving ripples in a lake once stillSearching for her one and onlyThe one who no longer Makes her lonelyBut what she looks forCan not be foundEven though her heart still poundsShe gazes at the misty moonWith questioning eyesSlowly reaching outHer lily white hands andIn a whisper, bearly heard'Please take me back to him once more'She stands there waiting patientlyWith parted lips and glassy eyesAll alone she criesShe lowers her headAnd closes her eyesHer heart is heavyHer feet like leadRefusing to returnTo her empty bedShe waits for the sun to riseSo she can rest her weary eyesWanting the daylight to endTo go in search of him again Written September 21st, 2001 © on Sep 21 2001 05:04 AM PST 0 • 1
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"She walks in the dead of nightNo one to hold her tightNo one knowing No one caringNo one wantingNo one daringTo stop her as she wandersOver mountains, across fieldsLeaving ripples in a lake once stillSearching for her one and onlyThe one who no longer Makes her lonelyBut what she looks forCan not be foundEven though her heart still poundsShe gazes at the misty moonWith questioning eyesSlowly reaching outHer lily white hands andIn a whisper, bearly heard'Please take me back to him once more'She stands there waiting patientlyWith parted lips and glassy eyesAll alone she criesShe lowers her headAnd closes her eyesHer heart is heavyHer feet like leadRefusing to returnTo her empty bedShe waits for the sun to riseSo she can rest her weary eyesWanting the daylight to endTo go in search of him again..."