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.