I'd have given anything for another chance to 
write the alphabet and be your night time protector
but bad dreams turned good then to nightmares
it all went wrong
                    

Fear is waking up with the feeling of loss
the sky black and air cold
walking amongst the dead houses
first signs of the turning towards the lesser seasons

Fear is the phone silent
no one reaching out anymore
no plans, no horizon in sight
the world out of sync

Fear paralyzes
     punishes
     reminds of hurts
     is regret

There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in

-- Leonard Cohen "Anthem"

When almost all is taken
Realize you need not much

Born with no expectation, eyes shut
Loving arms surround and warmth unseen

Protect the innocent
From terrible dreams

Played like a fiddle
But out of tune
I will be here tomorrow
Picking up the ruins

You put me in a bad place
Struggling for life
But no more complaints
No hardship nor strife

I survived the darkness
I can see the light

That which is still here
Though broken and worn
Will be here tomorrow
No longer as torn

-- Brian Danchilla

And uptown downtown
A thousand miles between us
She's waiting for the night to fall
Let it fall, I'll never make it in time

Sound is the color I know, oh
Sound is what keeps me before your eyes
And sound of your breath in the cold
And oh, the sound will bring me home again

-- Beirut, East Harlem