Afraid of the Dark

Written by: Joyce Johnson

The wind comes up and moans like an old crone
In darkest night that I have ever known.
My car has stopped, the battery is dead.
Black closes in and I am all alone.

I lock the doors, prepared to spend the night.
Oh what I'd give for just a little light.
When I left home I didn't take my phone
There's no way out of this my direful plight.

Tomorrow, Mom will scold, Dad will be mad.
'Til I explain the dreadful night I've had.
Mom will insist I sit right down to eat.
I will be safe and warm and loved, and oh so glad.