Man of the Hour

The man of the hour; The beast of the bed; Incur their delusions; From the land of the dead. The faithful the loyal; The ministering choir; All morn with such sorrow; At the pain that transpires. The pain and regrets; The scandalous ways; Beliefs seeming hopeless; The bad had its day. Down on the corner; Bobbing for pills; Are the quick and the nimble; And those who are ill. From sun up to sun down; And most of the night; The hustle stays current; They think they are right. If you’re filled with the street; But you know something’s wrong; When you look to who love's you; Do you worry they're gone?