Everything looks different in the dark
    Sometimes I imagine that things that are standing still are moving
    And they are not; it is only in my mind
    The dark sometimes can be frightening
    The dark is like a burned paint
    The dark must grieve alone for its lost friend
    No one around to hear its silence
    But the silence so peaceful that tears the heart
    I look back as I am walking to see if anyone is following me
    But thanks god no one is
    Only the sound of my footsteps I hear
    The trees in the dark looks strange to me, I only see a dark shadow