Its exact 12 at night
And I am lying on my bed
Cocooned myself up from toe to head
My eyes are  wide open
Thinking about tomorrows
as the yesterday's fade
Looking through the window
Not to the dark night sky
But to the streets with the blinding lights
Taxi cabs and police cars on the road
And the few people on the paths passing by
Far at the distance sound of sirens I hear them all
Before I go to dream I wish for better tomorrow for all.