As the moon shines and hangs in the sky br And the birds are all asleep way up high br But the trees are still and nothing is heard br And from all the houses there is not a word br A great shadow - known to be night br Has covered the land for everyone's sight br The air is warm and the wind is still br But a dark empty playground gives out a chill br If only that night was in true deep silence br And not even the breathing of a soul could be heard br Buut the breathing of a soul could be heard br Although he was quiet he was definately there br Sitting alone on a hard wooden bench br And to fight his anger - his fist would clench br His heart is not what people see br And I would know as that boy is mebr br Emma Woodsbr br