When the city falls asleep
And the lights are all turned off
There’s a weeping you can hear
Of a mother
Of a child
Of a soldier
Of a heart
The weeping is prolonged
It torments me to compare
The tears that are being shed
To the thousands of stars on the evening sky
And how unfortunate for the moon
To have to witness such a fool
Writing so late at night
But this is something I cannot miss
A tear is often taken for granted
But many at once is such a bliss
It gives me hope
It fills me with faith
That people feel at night
Even if they hide behind a mask during the day
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
When the city falls asleep
And the lights are all turned off
There’s a weeping you can hear
Of a mother
Of a child
Of a soldier
Of a heart
The weeping is prolonged
It torments me to compare
The tears that are being shed
To the thousands of stars on the evening sky
And how unfortunate for the moon
To have to witness such a fool
Writing so late at night
But this is something I cannot miss
A tear is often taken for granted
But many at once is such a bliss
It gives me hope
It fills me with faith
That people feel at night
Even if they hide behind a mask during the day
