Through the garden, into the night
I walk with friends and get a great fright
Scared we are but prepared to stay
We fall upon a bundle of hay.
We wait until the morning light.
Then we venture out from the night.
As we walk, we reminisce
Of times we've had and boys we've kissed
When the sun starts shining bright
We know we're safe, out of the night.
We dream that night of the day we had
Knowing it wasn't really that bad.
We try to forget all the times of hate
Together we are, my friends, my mates!

by Ellie Wells