Night TimeI've seen the mountains.
I've seen the trees.
I've heard the voice inside of me.
It's all so nice throughout the day.
But then at night , you start to pray.
The sounds, they change through the night.
The Moon, it doesn't shine as bright.
You hear the wolfs, they howl so loud.
The fear, it grows.
You are not so proud.
You see red eyes up ahead.
Those things that pass,you start to dread.
The darkness seams so cold ,you know.
The night times twice as long, when you are old.