It's not that the night is cold
I can even hear the crickets chirp
But why am I so cold?
Being hugged by sadness I've never wished for.
Eyes too heavy and hands aren't still
Can't wipe as my tears fall
I just let it slip on my face
And try old hold the other's that' re about to fell.
Empty pain and groundless misery
I thought it's my mind or my memory
But a shelled heart is not hard as stone
It uncufed itself from me.
Now back to a lone singing bird
Hoping someone will come
Try to reach my hand
And help me get through this night.