In the Darkest Hours

It’s only when the city sleeps,

where wind will whip across darkened streets,

where lost souls roam

in search of shelter,

or another drink,

another drug to waste away their life.

It’s only when the city sleeps,

do lover’s love,

feeling safe in their state of mind,

never giving thought to lost souls,

or who may roam a darkend street,

or end a life somewhere in a darkened alley.

It is only when the city sleeps,

where someplace else far away,

a darkened street becomes filled with light,

and lovers rise to a dawn-filled morning,

prepare for a new day

and never think of what went on the night before ...

... when the city sleeps.