At night the work seems a little bit more happy
As the ones who can’t sleep sit on their beds and look out the windows
For once the world looks happy
Theirs no screaming children in toy stores
Or angry business men yelling at their phone
For 8 hours in a day when everyone is asleep we can pretend that the world  is a happy place
Even if we know other wise

We can look at the world the same way we did as children
With hope for whatever is out there
We can fake the thoughts of happiness while we sit in the dark
And when the sun rises the next morning we’ll go back to our lives
The loves where we know that the world isn’t the way we wished it was a children
The way it really is

Cold
Alone
Scary
Hopeless

But for eight hours
As we sit on our beds, unable to sleep
We can pretend that the world is different
We can pretend that it’s the way it shoud be

Warm
Loving
Peaceful
Happy