As quiet as the starry night sky,
I start to feel afraid, as darkness reaches out, hiding under my bed.
Why is it so quiet? I hate this so much.
I feel like drowning in the endless sea.
Nor up, nor down, nor right, nor left, feeling hopeless and sad.
Tears streams down, the poem ends.
As soft as it began.
Good night child, have a nice dream tonight.
The stars are as bright as your eyes.