Nightfall

It's ok to cry If you feel dead inside And you have run out of hiding places That can lift and warm your pride From the swings and slides That use to be fairground rides Way back when you where 10 And you believed in bogeymen It's lonely on the naughty step Without someone to tell you Or protected you From that what which Lies beyond the comfort of home And destiny and fate The question of whether its to late Time will tell and only know As along we go the path and crossroad We follow in hope Like soap dangling from a threadbare rope At best to cope or knot a hangman noose To stretch around one's neck And the vultures to peck The bones and brittle flesh We laid to rest In the jailed nest We created for ourselves Because we somehow got lost along the way And could not make it back Before night fell Welcome inside the human mind A life sentence prison hell On which to dwell The photo albums of missing youth