the sky is quiet tonight. the stars went to hide.
that thick blanket of darkness. the moon wrapped up inside.
a balcony on the 13th floor. a woman looking at the sky.
she stands there, talking to the wind. a man fast asleep in her bed.
she takes a glance at her bedroom door, and sighs.
her life being defined by the crumpled bed sheet. just as crushed, just as wrinkled.
silence. and no one to share it with.
there's music in the air. she listens intently.
a lonely nightingale sings. her faint voice floating in the air.
a cat meows somewhere in the alley.
its quarter past twelve. she should be in bed.
but there's something about this night. she stands still.
stares deep at the empty black vastness. the limitless sky.
if only she could fly away. break loose, break free.
from the chains that hold her back. the chains she once chose.
an ocean of people. a swarming crowd. still, alone she feels.
if only the night would take her in, if only the sky would be kind.
if only a star shines tonight, the loneliness would go away.