The night

The night

The night has arrived.

She is here to talk to me. 

She knocks at my door

And I don't want to answer. 

The night has arrived. 

I don't see her, 

But I feel her burning inside.

Oh night, why have you come

And why do you beg

For a heart I have not felt

A soul I don't possess. 

The night has arrived. 

I don't see her,

But I feel her taking me. 

"Now it is time

To let go of the past. 

Time to search no more

Time for peace, at last."