I liked the way my head used to fit perfectly
in the crook of your shoulder
These days, my head only curls somberly
in the crook of my pillow
And it’s not the same

Goodnight
let your worries fade
give into drowsy eyes
drift softly into a sleepy haze

Goodnight
let me run my fingers through your messy hair
let me kiss your troubles away
let me whisper three  little words
let me always be there

to say

"Goodnight"

I will not let the world turn me cold
I will not let the chilly winter storm ruin my warm playful spring

I refuse to give in to your thunderstorms and lightning
I refuse to let you convince me

I will walk another path
I will wade in a pond of beauty
Of everything that life has to offer
Because she is glorious and full
She smiles back at me with old crinkled eyes and robust laughter

Life gives and gives and gives
and for the first time, I am willing to receive