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 me<br /><br />Emma Woods<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-am-i-102/
