listen to the children tucked away in their bednnafraid of all the shadows that keep lurking in their headnnslowly fading slowly floating awaynnaway from the world away from themselvesnnescaping the monsters that they'll becomennfall asleep underneath the silent blanket of the nightnnfeel the deep calm before the stormnnis anybody there?nndoes anybody care?nnthis world seems unawarennthat we walk in circles sometimes.