I hear this soft voice near my ear
Beckoning me to follow near
I hear it every night
But it doesn't give me fright
Every night I am more, and more temped to follow
But I am too tired to move
But tonight, I'll follow
Maybe it will leave me alone if I do
I slip out of my bed
Slightly rubbing my head
I follow it out to the woods
I don't think I should
But then I approach the old, abandoned park
What could have lead me
To this place in the dark
I check my watch and it's midnight
I'll call this park my Midnight Playground
My Playground in the dark