They are the lost of the night
They are all that is evil a and yet so real
A child's worst fears are all here
but people believe what they want to believe.
If it sheds a little light on their dark situation
than that is all that will be.
They could all be dead tommorrow
Yet people believ what they want to believe.
The smart are dangerous
the evilness is a power above anyone other's place
that they serve in this world.
Believe what you want to believe,
he is gone and left you.
He was eleashed from your arms with the whisper of death in the night
Yet you feel he is still your angel to you.
and the smart ones are really only fools.
You can't change your situation,
but are going to give up what you forced yourself to believe.
If others should die ,will you still wait?
There maybe be no tommorrow, but there will be the same hate.
You tell yourself your dark thoughts are all gone.
The smart ones are fools that are lost in this mess.
Their voices are crumbling and the loudness is less.
Some day you will face that fact.
That your love for him is what some call a fool.
But do you ever wonder if the same smart people call themselves fools?
