We did not think the Tempters words
were true when we complied
but after years of being spurned
by those embalmed in light
the ever-present off’ring
of the one who trades in lies
became a salve for suff’ring
when we fled into the night.
Do not believe we fail to grasp
this deadly game we play
and ’tis true that we never asked
for you to ease our pain.
But sometimes those whose torch burns fast
and yields the brightest flame
are those who live behind a mask
of bitterness and shame.
Don’t blame yourself for tragedy
happens to every life
but on occasion those like me
admit we’ve lost the fight.
The scales of justice have indeed
become a ghastly sight
but we all know it’s just the fee
for living in the night.
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Dancing through nights with nameless faces
Hoping for something more than what’s past
Maybe the next time true love will last.
But then comes the morning in cold emptiness
The night before but a bitter remembrance
True love is a myth or else just a dream
Hiding for years or so it would seem.
Then cyclical return of the bottle and more
Take two glasses, three- Then swallow before
the evening comes crashing down in a blaze
of passionate ecstacy- Everyone’s dazed
And as the night closes in on those lost
They deaden their minds to let hearts pay the cost
For while looking for love in all the wrong places
They spend their lives dancing with nameless faces.
In the morning when I rise
let me hear the robin singing.
When the dawn banishes night
the sun will shine- a new day bringing
Forget then all the fearful dreams
for with the morning sun is bidden
promised blessings yet unseen-
A brand new day is given.
If I don’t awake tomorrow
will you still hold up the light
to break into the shadows
and lift the veil of night
I shred the powers of the deep
through day and night
whatever the plight
my duty, my cargo to keep
If ever I’ve got a random thought
that seems too absurd to convey
I’ll take the idea my mind has just wrought
and still have nothing to say!
and struggle I have against idle minds lot
as my nights have dragged into days.
to hearts of gladness
thoughts of goodness,
Before the night comes
Hate and blindness
let me live.