A Solitary Redeemer

When everybody is sleeping And the night is dark and silent, When there is no soul in sight, Not even a trace of light; When everyone is bone weary and helpless, Lost in their own make-believe worlds of dreams and fantasies, Shoving aside all their problems Forgetting all their cares; I venture out into the darkness, A sack slung over my shoulder, A lantern in my hand And sneak a peak at their troubled souls; I steal their worries And I steal their woes, No one ever knows No one ever suspects when stealthily I whisk their troubles away! "Soulidified" contest by Verlena S Walker