Oh, how I love to watch the night...
Children that sparkle and dance gently.
And their great father that watches them.
But I also reminds me,
What I lost
What I can't forget
Can't forgive
Long nights of no sleep
Tears that make waterfalls on my cheeks
And nothing is real, except the past.
It lives, breathes every night.
So I would rather go out,
Climb my roof,
And watch the children play,
Gently.
Peacefully.
Eternal.