Midnight Lights

One day, One day at a time.

Well, that's what my mom used to say.

Midnight we go, Midnight we came.

All we saw was lights.

Light from cars, lights from the sky.

Heard music, heard crying.

All we saw now was dark.

I ask my mom is everythink ok?

And all I heard was the wind.

Now, all I see is color.

All I see is light, dark and color.

This poem is about: 
My family
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