Night after night

she wanders awake,

she loves the black skies

the stars seem to wait.

She may need her rest

but she wakes up then,

the night is her friend,

she wants to hide then.

Insomniac she’s called

when they see the worse,

but she doesn’t care,

for they won’t think more

She’ll never change;

no matter what,

it’s their belief

but it’s not all true.

She loves the night

it understands,

they love the dark,

they are best friends.