Walking down the praved road of hell
Its all quite not one sound
All the lights are on no shadows to be founded
Your body cold  wishing it  was warm
Rain starts to come down you wish you were home right now
You keep on walking until you reach  home
Once inside you the home of hell and you dont want to be founded right there.
So change into night and as you sleep so bright
The moon gets jealous at that site
But doesnt want break the fight
So you stop and look around
Warm to snuggle
Right to sleep for this town.