when the night falls, they come out
many are quiet, never a shout
the streets are their life, they have no home
some are scared, all alone
they have been, abused badly
some their lives, will end sadly
they will do what, they must
a life with no love, no trust
they have names, they have faces
they are from all kinds of places
no one ever hears their cries
they are blown off as just lies
for them, will anyone ever care
for them, will anyone ever be there
who do i talk about, who are they
ill tell you, ill just say
they are
The Children Of The Night
sandy nobody
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