"I'm sorry my son"
I heard my father say.
You can run,
but you can never run from the day.
and the day will eat you alive,
grab you right from under your feet.
Many strive to survive
and many don't arrive complete.
You are not safe at night.
Where the day feeds off the fright,
given off by the people,
crying and running from the shadows.
They are so fragile and feeble.
All that is heard is music from a piano,
because in this town,
the day is called the devil.