sometimes i cry in the middle of the night.
sometimes i cry because of my fright.
feelings are kept under lock and key;
sometimes they feel the need to be free.
so sometimes at night it is their way;
to show me the darkness for which they play.
sometimes the fear will consume;
and the next day it will resume.
sometimes i wish it would stop;
but it never stops spinning like a top.
sometimes i cry in the middle of the night...