The Cover of Darkness
As I sit by the fire this night,
Late, the cock’s nearly crowing.
I watch, as the embers burn low,
Weeping, my heart overflowing.
In darkness I find my release,
And let out the day’s silent sorrow.
I let my heart speak what it must,
For there must be living tomorrow.
By day my acting is accomplished,
I play the part I’m expected to play.
The tears that swell unexpectedly,
Can surely wait the end of the day.