I see you there.
Sitting by yourself in the dark.
I bet you're very lonely and cold there.
On that bench in South End Park.
Why are you sitting there?
Is that where the point on your map marked?
I don't like being here.
I'm afraid of the dark myself.
It terrifies me... a lot.
I get paranoid when I'm alone in the dark.
I feel eyes on me, I hear lots of sounds I didn't hear before.
Is it bad of me to want to sit by you, stranger?
To just keep you company for a while because I know what it's like in the dark?
I could be your angel in the night.
Someone that you can just talk to about life before you move on.
Someone to let you know that someone out there loves you and misses you.
Someone wants you to come back home.
Someone wonders about where you've been.
Go home to your loved ones, stranger.
For this angel in the night, has saved you from dispair.