The night is a hand cold as stone Wrapped around my sun - warmed body It can make one feel so alone And laughs at those who love the day The night is a shady man dressed in all black Who surrounds me as if he were many He’ll greatly make one’s courage lack And terrify those who love the day The night is as quiet as a mouse But yet is always seen He’ll silently creep into your house And capture those who love the day The night is poised for a throw His weapon used is fear Our inner light shall make us grow And protect those who love the day.