In the orange lantern sky, we'll see a moon without a face.
And the bare bones of these trees, their naked limbs feel out of place.
Dim streetlights down the roads, cast shadows on our night.
Quiet neighborhoods, they are what we live for tonight.

Everything is not always what it seems.
Memories of our lives will be remembered in our dreams.
The houses speak among themselves, as if the children cannot hear.
Our youth and innocence may never disappear.

This is what I have so far. I'm a new writer so please go easy on me . Tell me what I should fix/give me suggestions please! Your help is greatly appreciated!