Children of the Night

Written many years ago when I was a teen.

When the sun goes down and the street lights shine bright

Out we come the children of the night

Darkness is our calling our pack comes out to play 

Were children of the night, not children of the day

Daytime drains our life

Nighttime gives us spark

We children of the night come out when it is dark

Parents give us hassle they think we are occult 

But they don't understand the darkness calls us out

Author's Note

As a teen I struggled to get my parents to understand the need for freedom. This poem brings back that time in my life.

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[highthought]

some one said : the real u is shown when u are alone and no one is watching