I wrote a song with a good friend of mine
We sat drinking tea, laughing, our thoughts we wore
In these early days of winter, the wind does whine
It makes me love life, and hope for something more

I do not know what's in your heart
But this is something I know in part
If sadness is something that we all share
Then know this also, I very much care

Stand within the rivers tide
Feel the cold go rushing past
Only to run away and hide
From the stones that we all cast

Leave alone the reckless liar
And soon he'll tell no lies
The soldier with no war will retire
As the lover with no love never cries

With all the rain, comes another
To follow the rain all once more
To a flame it has come to smother
For the sins on it's soul that it wore

So much is grown from singular seeds
All that is sown are our bygone deeds

No harvest we reap, in this life or those which follow
Does not run deep, with the touch of our shadow

For the roots of lives run deep, tangled with the roots of all others
Dark rains will fall, seep, and we'll drink the same as our brothers

Our best shot for the sun, is to swiftly grow tall
But when it's over and done, we're alone after all

Yet, you like all else were born of a single seed
You, with all else, were of the exact same breed

I am of glass, my edges rough, fringes taper
My merits could hide between sheets of paper
Deep down, where dreams rest, far below
I am afraid that I forgot to shut a window

I am lackluster, my glow slowly fades
Like planets in the sky, who don't actually shine
On paper, or to hide, lets draw the shades
Equally distant are we though, that's fine

The street was dark and so too were my eyes
I walked down the cobble under darkened skies
I walked down the stone, ankle breakers sets
Gamblers in the alleys watching on, making bets

The buildings stand guard on the night for their lords
keeping them safe, open their mouths; in filth pours
Light poles, with dim candles, give hope for safe journey
Dark alley ways steal eyes, make nervous muscles in our sides

Window light, guardian ports, fly catchers, laundry holes
Shines on the street, waiting for me, with it meet
Footsteps creep around edges avoiding sight
But it’s easy to see, all this going on in the night

Out of law exchangers making changes in pocket stuff
50 for the things, that make pigs squeal, illegal deal
Children's eyes are shut, in bed, not here with us
Tucked in warm and tight, not here with the people of the night

Street sweepers weep, we drink, bottles broken at our feet
Bar tab one too many, stumble, mumble, home on the street
Pickpockets delight, puts up no fight, pockets empty when drunk
Bourgeoisie snobs make prison demands! Lock them away tight!

The street, is *****, I know, I do
But this is o.k, with wary watch

For indeed

In the absence of the light
Come the People of the night