That you lay blindly
In your most vulnerable state.
How cruel is the night
that sings lullabies ever kindly
while on dawning light you wait.
How cruel is the night
You lay recklessly alone
Exposed, in the open cold.
How cruel is the night
To it you’re only a pile of bones
A feast which it will enfold.
How cruel is the night
That leaves your mind writhing
In its own misery’s thought.
How cruel is the night
that you lay there despising
every deed, everything you have ever sought.
How cruel is the night
It leaves your mind to race
To the ends of the earth, its plummeting death
shakes you awake, only to find empty space.
How cruel is the night,
that it would steal your last breath.