Harley

Some nights I ask why, other times God says so, why stars make me cry, it might be Space, that marks our credit zone, you're always out so late, back within my sight, the wind is black and cold, have you taken fright, fire and warmth is great, then why go roaming, sit with me and stay, wake up and smile, make this place a home, flame starts with a light, when you hear me remonstrate, strain my hungry bones, ask what's to celebrate, chasing sky alone ?