The Centuplicate...

When lightening shines, into the night, I miss the time of broad daylight...

Sometimes for those old times' sake, I miss the sounds that silence made,

When I'd lay up, in the night, shaken by some thought up fright,

And when it rains, I miss the thrill, of wiping rains from the iron grill,

Balancing the drops, lest they may fall, tiny drops in hands so small,

I look to the sky and miss the stars, hidden by the blazing lights,

that surround me...

Sometimes when its dark, I miss the night,

Sometimes when I'm brave, I miss the fright...