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Nite Life
At night the trees come to life,
Whispering to the lonely hearts,
You can hear the howls of wildlife,
As they respond to their counterparts.
The nocturnal come out to play,
When the sunsets the night crawlers crawl,
I've always preferred night over day,
Everything's better at night even rainfall.
Even the streets of the suburbs,
Something calming about the silence,
Walking on the sidewalk with empty curbs,
What stories they would tell if they spoke words.
The secrets dark alleys hold,
Bloodstained walls and stained sheets,
Too much pain and tears go untold,
Too much violence spilled onto these streets.
Yes indeed the nighttime has many mysteries,
Not everything can be seen so easily,
Not all sounds come from trees,
Not all bedtime stories end happily.
© Mkirby
Whispering to the lonely hearts,
You can hear the howls of wildlife,
As they respond to their counterparts.
The nocturnal come out to play,
When the sunsets the night crawlers crawl,
I've always preferred night over day,
Everything's better at night even rainfall.
Even the streets of the suburbs,
Something calming about the silence,
Walking on the sidewalk with empty curbs,
What stories they would tell if they spoke words.
The secrets dark alleys hold,
Bloodstained walls and stained sheets,
Too much pain and tears go untold,
Too much violence spilled onto these streets.
Yes indeed the nighttime has many mysteries,
Not everything can be seen so easily,
Not all sounds come from trees,
Not all bedtime stories end happily.
© Mkirby
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