The Heart Of The Night
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Barry Smyth
and the sky reflects its colours, and the moon begins to show.
As darkness descends on a tired and weary land,
and the dream maker comes to you and takes you by the hand
to his castle of illusions where you'll build your private dream,
and forget the world around you, its no longer real.
As the busy sidewalks empty, and once again lie quiet,
then look and you shall find me in the heart of the night.
As the stray dog fights the beggar for the scraps you threw away,
and the rapist stalks his victim (he's a clergyman by day).
As the madness of this blanket once again takes hold,
and the homeless lie on hard stone and shiver in the cold
wishing they were elsewhere but there’s nothing they can do
to escape this life their living - catch 22.
As the rain begins to fall on them, and the frost begins to bite,
then look and you shall find me in the heart of the night.
As the newborn bay cries out waiting to be fed,
and the ferryman is given tupence, his payment from the dead.
As the murder hides in shadows with evil in his eye,
and his victim unaware casually walks by
to be dispatched to meet his maker, or the one below
depending how he lived his life, either way a wasted soul.
As the darkness stretches onwards,with no end in sight,
then look and you shall find me in the heart of the night.
As the neon signs flicker to catch the hungry eye,
and the prostitute stands waiting, her trick will soon pass by.
As the innocent is beaten by his fathers drunken hand,
and the silent screams of anguish wash across the land
to be forgotten by the morning, as the wheel takes one more turn,
and the rack is stretched a little further, and the ropes begin to burn.
As you shout simplistically, who cares what's wrong or right.
Then look, and you shall find me, in the heart of the night
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