It's midnight and the rain is pouring,
It brings up something in my soul,
Of shakey waters,
Forgotten daughters,
And stories so untold,
It's midnight and I see lightening,
It blinds my careful eyes,
I see too much,
Yet not enough,
There's so much that people hide,
It's midnight and I hear thunder,
It rings out in my ears,
Like the crack of wood,
Burned as witches stood,
Facing their worstened fears,
It's midnight and it's storming,
I don't know where to go,
It's way too cold,
To let myself unfold,
With nothing left to show,
It's midnight, it's way too quiet,
So I tell myself again,
Even in this dark,
Shivers leave their mark,
Like bruises to my pain,
My thoughts are oh so scattered,
From anxiety in its plight,
So I'll wait for sleep,
Pray my heart will keep,
As afterall, it's only midnight.