IN THE NIGHT
Now my story is told,
Opened book, pages to unfold,
My story is true, thought seemingly old,
Remember it.....
In the night.
A dusky light calls,
As the sun's face falls,
My friends and I will crawl,
Over shadows....
In the night.
A vanishing distant scream,
Rumbling behind the trees,
Rustling with the leaves,
Beyond the wall...
In the night.
Stomach filled, but soul left empty.
Wandering forever in a naked purgatory
Family and friendly remaining memory,
All else is gone....
In the night.
Here I am, this lonely wandered,
Roaming through fall, winter, spring and summer.
Maybe, in this world there still is another,
Hope there is
In the night.
Opened book, pages to unfold,
My story is true, thought seemingly old,
Remember it.....
In the night.
A dusky light calls,
As the sun's face falls,
My friends and I will crawl,
Over shadows....
In the night.
A vanishing distant scream,
Rumbling behind the trees,
Rustling with the leaves,
Beyond the wall...
In the night.
Stomach filled, but soul left empty.
Wandering forever in a naked purgatory
Family and friendly remaining memory,
All else is gone....
In the night.
Here I am, this lonely wandered,
Roaming through fall, winter, spring and summer.
Maybe, in this world there still is another,
Hope there is
In the night.
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