• I can see the sun go down.
    And the moon come up.
    As the moon comes up,
    All darkness comes out.
    The shadows that hides from the light,
    It all comes out.
    It tries to destroy our world,
    In such little time it has.
    But when the sun comes up,
    They disappear.
    Where do they hide?
    Are they somewhere near me?
    Are they following me?
    Or are they chasing me?
    I know that if they came out during day,
    They would die and disappear.
    But, is that a good thing?
    Because they are apart of this world.
    Just like me and you.
    They will always be apart of our world.
    No matter what happens.
    From the begging,
    To the end...