Times read:

The Worst Time Is The Night

By Philip Kyle Boone

28.July.1998

The house is quiet,

i'm all alone

And for every wishing

you were home

The worst time is the night

                When everything should be feeling right

Wishing you were by my side

                My feelings I just can‘t hide

Everything i see makes a memory spark,

                My feelings i cannot hide from the dark

All i can think of is you,

wondering what you do

 to bury the pain as deep as I can