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  • Writer's pictureDavid Lapadat

Children of the night

We are the children of the night

We spend our time roaming through the alley

The clouds already lost our sight

And the moon is lighting out the valley

We stay between the blocks

We breath smoke and illness

We search our luck under the rocks

We’re fighting day by day with madness

Seeking fortune from within

The night gives us power

Some of us stop, some disappear

Wandering beneath the stars

We don’t have wings or ugly faces

We just have knives and fists of stone

Who turned the walls into some fences?

Ruined us from bone to bone.

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