DEAD OF THE NIGHT
©willbailey2005

In a quiet chapter of nowhere
A lonely shadow stands
Chokin' on a cigarette
Held by aging hands
In his mind flows memories
Of people he can't fight
Hopin' to seal his own fate
In the dead of the night

Tramps on the corner
Burn trash in white hot metal
Staring lost and hurt
Into their man made hell
Burnin' embers their lives
Drifting upward to the sky
Hopin' to save their souls
In the dead of the night

Young girl earnin' money
By sellin' her sacred temple
The job's night work
But the money plentyful
Deep down she's a check out girl
Or maybe a a lovin' wife
But dreams don't exist
In the dead of the night

And all over this world people cry
As what they hope for fades away

It all turns to dust
In the dead of the night
It all turns to hell
In the dead of the night