CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT
Children of the night
Home means nothing, they’re left alone
I know they won’t give up without a fight
Learned to survive, with their hearts from stone
Defeated by their parents, their future isn’t bright
Raised by the moon and the stars
Everyone calls them the “children of the night”
No one can heal their scars
Outsiders, that’s how we call them today
Fragile as they are, they’re bound to go away
The children of the night
How can they see their future bright?
Everyone murders their chance to see the daylight
Not one day goes by without a fight
If “day” means danger, wouldn’t you hide?
Give them a change, ‘cause this isn’t right.
How can they see their future bright,
The children of the night
Dit gedicht heb ik geschreven na het liedje ‘Children of the night’ van Richard Marx gehoord te hebben. Dit gedicht is eigenlijk een negatieve versie van de tekst van dat liedje.
Ik draag het op aan iedereen die problemen heeft
Geef niet op mensen