The shadow slowly disappears
Behind the dim lit streetlight flame.
The raindrops fill their eyes with tears
As they bow their heads low in shame.
All alone, the wind stands in flight
While howling out its silent screams.
Just like the beggar in the night,
It takes away your childhood dreams.
The clouds hover against the cold,
Knowing there is no place to hide.
In fear of both the yound and old,
In the frozen night air they ride.
Barely seeing, the hazy moon
Hits the earth, making the light bend.
Reflections from a silver spoon.
When the sun comes up, this world ends.