Lagumbay.com Reflections on Love, Rage, and Fear

The flickering lights of a star-lit night
The street lamps burning — what a sight
Gazing at the starry sky
At midnight — my rocking chair and I.

I sang a song forgotten ’bout the brightly shining sky
That it came to mind, I was left to wonder why.
I shed a tear for loneliness as I began to cry
At midnight — my rocking chair and I.

The crow sang merrily, barely audible to me.
He stared back at my countenance, still perched upon a tree.
I felt I was about to die — alone — a sigh
At midnight — my rocking chair and I.

There I sat crying slowly dying — only rocking chair and I
Staring, gazing, still admiring the wonders of the sky.
Lonely singing, crying, dying to smile, I said I’d try
At midnight — my rocking chair and I.