I dreamt of thee

In the dead of night

When the moon shines bright

I see no one

By my side.

In the dead of night

I sit here alone

Pondering the life

I will never own.

In the dead of night

Where the creepy crawlies roam

I sit here in

A space of my own.

In the dead of night

when the spirits are strong

They wonder why

My soul is gone.

In the dead of night

I dreamt of thee

When the clouds were bright

And you wanted me.

In the dead of night

where the moon shines bright

I lay here in a wooden box

with no spirit to roam

The place called Home.