before eight
the dark room – careful steps along the corridor
lovely girls dream peacefully – their very own land
touching out for the ground skippery with toys
reaching for the light – our flat's opposite end
no music, no digital voice – silence i adore
today being special – little footsteps on the floor
but a day rushing in – long before – ...

a quick breakfast, a hot cup of tea
spread out now through our chilly home town
be there, be hip, be yourself, just be
pick a moment to know you' re alive
after eight