I am by the fire on cool summer nights.
I wonder if anyone is going to join me for this lonely night.
I hear the crawling of the river.
I see the fire flicker as a slow breeze moves by.
I want for someone to come.
I am by the fire on cool summer nights.
I pretend for someone to come out of the forest.
I feel the fire lighting my face.
I touch the plastic chair I sit at.
I worry that they have forgotten me by the light.
I cry a single tear.
I am by the fire on cool summer nights.
I understand why they do not come.
I say it is alright.
I dream of a day when they well come.
I try to get my mind on the fire.
I hope someone will come.
I am by the fire on a cool summer nights.
