The walkers of night
Tall ghostly white
Lank in the fields
Under dim moon light

From where they come
And to where they go
Is not discussed
For nobody knows

No noise do they make
In the forms that they take
Gone in the morning
Before the first wake

Though everyone sees them
None say a word
For fear of the tales
And dark stories they've heard

Dear fighter,
it'll get better
it'll get better
it'll get better.

Hold on just a little bit longer,
the storm won't last forever.
Remember that you're stronger
and your worries will get smaller.

-m.b

Get off of those streets
They are filled with confusion
Just leave those dark clouds behind
Nothing but pure frustration
When you live in a state of poverty
Gloomy moments will appear
Such a bitter disparity
There is nothing but bad air

Love forms in the spring
Just as flowers and plants bloom
The smell of spring, just as strong
The bushes and trees sway just as we do
Dancing under the moonlight
Like its meant to be
The cold air blowing against my back
Your warm voice tickling my ear
Telling me just how much you care
We dance and dance until magic hour arrives
Those short fifteen minutes of beautiful light
Just as the sun is rising, we head back home
Lying down with each other and sleeping the day away
Until magic hour comes tonight
And then, we shall dance again.