midnight moon

Open my eyes by the break of day Alot to learn, Not much to say.
A new adventure is before me, Sunshine in my eyes is all I see.
Not manythings I have done where watched by the midmorning sun.

Im a midnight rider, A midnight soul. Creeping the Darkness is all I know.
Give me the night and I will call it my own, Borrowed time on loan.
Street lights, Street fights. Nice nights. What a sight.
Children of a Midnight Moon, Junkies and a burned spoon.

Kindred folk stalk the streets, Dark alleys is where we meet.
Victims and Prey, Forgiveness I pray. I will answer for it one faithful day.
Learn to forget what the Moon has seen. Learn to remember the beauty of green.
Learn to love the morning light. Learn to sleep through the dark night.
Cold as Ice, Or hot as fire. Midnight Moon was my desire.
Midnight Moon. Midnight Clown, Midnight Love, Midnight Frown.
I see her silver shine too bright, I close my eyes to sleep at night..

locked

Locked In a room, Tied and Hurt.
Hands tied behind her back with her torn skirt.
Just a light, Cieling and Dirt.
Hes screaming YOUR JUST A FLIRT.
Screaming and shouting YOUR JUST A WHORE.
Your about to get nothing you didnt ask for.
Running around in yourshort skirts.
Now im putting your face in the dirt.
Shes crying and moaning and feels so alone.
The smile on his face chills her to the bone.
He sits there looking at his slave down from his throne.
He says calmly it wont be bad. My sweet little pretty dont be sad.
Once you were free. Now my little pretty you belong to me.
I will treat you fair and make you mine.
Just remember my slave dont step out of line.
This is how she met her fate. Her life took. Her masters hate.

Knowing you, Knowing me

I knew a kid, So good and sweet. But everyday in school he was beat.
Beat black and blue, Teachers were there but never knew.
What the poor soul went through, Rather him then you. Its always the same.
I knew a kid so bad and cruel, There was nothing for money he wouldnt do.
Never to bright not to learn, Hatred and temper in him did burn.
For all the wrong he had done, He was hurt long before he had hurt someone.
He spent time in jail, Inside he wept. But he never did wail.
I knew a Rich mans son, Full of earl and grace. Life so easy was a disgrace.
He didnt see what went on, By the time he was robbed the other was long gone.
He was great in school, Never done other then follow rules. At home treated like a mule.
4 Hours study a day. Its a way to live but not to stay. His future is still grey.
Where all the same you see it aint that hard, Life just deals whats on the cards.
Its like a throw of the dice, Sometimes fair rarely nice. Lifes a gamble we just pay the price.