I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain I have looked down the saddest hearts I want stopped my palpitation And dropped my eyes!!! Call me back or say goodbye Faraway to get my days Trust my hope or fall my dreams I don’t want to disappear Friends make pretense of following to the grave, But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand.!! Think of it, we never be the same From the time when one is sick to death Hardest part to hold validity Feel that’s scent!!