Through The Night

I never used to appreciated The times when you weren't Busy,

So i now I have To bear The nights when I'm all alone.

I used to go into your room at night,

Scared of what was under my bed,

I grew and those moments started to

Get less frequent,

And now I wish I was there all over again.

It went from two to one,

And then back to two,

It was a cycle.

Not me or the rest of us knew what was to happen next.

I really wanted To be strong

And look up at the sky,

But At least,

I can say

I tried.