Children Of The Midnight

smiling on the road with the bunches of rose in their hands
their hopes are buried within the symmetric cycle of their palms
all they can do is to ask for a little mercy and sympathy
family is a distant hope and education is a dream...

the sky gazes dark tonight
swiping away the dream of their buried dreams
the shadow of the  strangers gives them the shelter
from the memory of the fall
of their family and childhood

a childhood about which nobody speaks about
their tears  are drying within to cry loud
a simple hello is a memory
and a helping hand is a dream

Children of the midnight
dives high on the empty street
between the garbage cans and cigarette buds
those roses determine their tomorrow
and remembers the yesterday

Children of the midnight
dreams high on the dead of the night
when the city light beams into the dark

tomorrow will be a forever memory...