A different person

Its morning
and you walk in the streets
you find the people laughing
the birds chirping

all the children are playing
the cars are driving
but the sun shone on this girl
she is so beautiful

in the streets
she walks down confidently
eyes all fixed on her
she is the attraction of the town

now its night-time
the lights are dim
you see rodents crawling
and the cold wind blows

in the streets
she walks down confidently
but it all quiten down
no one is there-but me.