The street's are covered in darkness
and the clouds are partly visible

The sky looks grey

I'm afraid
I live in a ghost town

Where no one knows their name
or where to go

We can't find home

And money is little

An orange hue
is glowing from far away

The storm's remains are dripping from the ceiling

I've realized it's only my street
without light

I'm hoping the stars come out soon
It's midnight

The silence is almost chilling

I wish I could remember my name


It's washed away
somewhere inside a puddle