Friday Night

One Friday night, the stars are bright The moon shun early from its light Right on the hill, I paint my words To the tune of coarse vocal chords The wind blows cold as green leaves sway Like it's a time for holiday Contesting voices everywhere The loud songs play from here to there Alone, I sit here in the dark I listen to the sound of lark Loud drunk voices sound out of tune Although from shame, they are immune