Thank God for the darkness,
The thing that hides the horror of the daytime,
Conceals the truths of our night time,

Forbids passers by from seeing her cry

As she, swiftly, paces down the hill,
The moon smiling at her, guiding her home,
Like an old friend.
The only one she could rely on.
The gentle breeze strokes her cheek with a sigh,
It feels the tears that lie there.
No one can see her sadness.

Thank God for the darkness,
It lets us see the beauty in the black,
While hiding one's depair,

Until the morning comes,

And life would seem as normal,
Though within the shadows of her soul
The hole burns ever bigger,
For nothing and no one has stepped forward to save it.
She is alone, and she always is,
Unless it be in the darkness - when, to the eye,
It seems she is at one with everything else.

Thank God for the Darkness.