The sun goes downs,
Like all things the day ends,
The moon rises to take its place,
I walk my rooms, I pace,
Up and down I go wondering the empty halls,
Waiting to hear my name,
Waiting for it to be called,
I don't know what I'm doing,
But I cant sleep at night,
Every days the same,
There's just no fight,
The nights are lonely,
I dread them to come,
For the dark seems darker when you're alone,
Whats the point in a home,
If you cant relax?
I just cant stand still, I'm always awake,
All things end I have to admit,
But all my days are infinite,
