When you walk at night,
Right by the street light.
With memories covered in cobwebs,
The silence broken by your footsteps.
When your mind is living in the past,
And you wish this walk would forever last.
These steps, the world will never hear,
And you start to dream you'd disappear.
You know.
You will hide away until
The winds can no longer harm your wings.
You will only ever sing
When you know no one can see.
