The night may be cold;
But its warmer than home;
Not just the building but the feeling;
She feels everywhere she roams;
The rain hits and melts the tar;
That the streetlights set on fire;
As her footsteps cloud her thinking;
She's walking on a wire;
Buttons up her jacket;
Turns her coat up to the cold;
She keeps walking with her eyes blurred;
As her tears follow on the road;
As the storm clouds bleed her silence;
And the thunder steals her screams;
She wraps her arms around her heart;
As she trembles at the seams;
She drops down at a corner;
As her soul begins to shake;
She's not asking for a miracle;
Just someone that isn't fake;
But he won't hold her tightly;
As the pain falls from her eyes;
And every breath becomes a battle field;
Where nothing makes it out alive;
The night wind is duly howling;
As her storm clouds slowly bleed;
As her heart loses its stitching;
And alone, her soul falls to its knees...