It’s turning night. I’m still awake.
Can you hear me scream?
Tell me it’s life – not only my dream.
It’s getting darker. I break.
It’s night. I see a shadow – your scout.
Can you hear me calling?
Tell me that I’m safe – not falling.
It’s dark. Eyes wide… scary cloud.
It’s turning day. I didn’t sleep.
Can you hear me crying?
Tell me that it’s real and you weren’t lying.
It’s getting bright. I’m breathing deep.