Under the Darkness
There are some people
Who live under the darkness.
You rarely see them during the day.
Yet, when the sun goes down
And the street lights come on,
They magically appear.
Out of the depths of somewhere unknown,
They emerge all made up and dressed up,
Looking for something new
But not something new under the sun.
They thrive in the dark of night.
They live for sundown and avoid sunrise.
They slip in and out of juke joints and bars.
They liven up when the lights are low
And the music is so loud
That it seems to drown out
The sighs and cries of a dreadful life.
They live in the dark.
They come alive at night.
They live hidden lives by day
And only emerge from under the darkness.