Girl in the Night
Waking up in the middle of the night,
Not truly feeling quite right,
Whilst changing clothes and walking out,
There's no thought, not a single doubt.
Outside in the moonlit world,
So out of place, see; a little girl.
She stands by a tree, slim and fair,
Cold hands, pale eyes, and soft-looking hair.
For reasons unknown, you start to cry,
You glance up, expecting her to wonder why,
She's standing beside you, quiet without fear,
You notice she also is shedding a tear.
"A tear for a tear," she whispers, quite sadly,
And for the first time, she smiles; almost gladly.
You stare at your feet, but when you look to the right,
She's gone, disappeared, into the night.
Not truly feeling quite right,
Whilst changing clothes and walking out,
There's no thought, not a single doubt.
Outside in the moonlit world,
So out of place, see; a little girl.
She stands by a tree, slim and fair,
Cold hands, pale eyes, and soft-looking hair.
For reasons unknown, you start to cry,
You glance up, expecting her to wonder why,
She's standing beside you, quiet without fear,
You notice she also is shedding a tear.
"A tear for a tear," she whispers, quite sadly,
And for the first time, she smiles; almost gladly.
You stare at your feet, but when you look to the right,
She's gone, disappeared, into the night.