want to walk alone in the Night,
Through familiar paths and memories,
Closing my eyes would be all right,
Tossing a head back, that is dreary
With misleading maps of new places,
And seeing tangible faces
Of the past, that hides
In the nights of time.
Yet this Night with the blowing breeze,
And the stars struck to my eyelids,
Make me a child of the Night
Walking in those familiar streets.