[ti:Children of the Night]
[ar:Richard marx]
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Children of the Night
Richard Marx
All that I know in my life,
I have learned on the street
No magic carpet, no genie,
no shoes on my feet
Will I wake up from this nightmare?
A fear that chills me to the bone
Though I may be one of many
I feel so all alone
We are the children of the night
We won't go down without a fight
Our voice is strong, our future's bright
And thanks to what we learned from you
We've grown into the children of the night
Left by my father with only this scar on my face
Told by my mother that,
"No, you were just a mistake"
I have tasted my own hunger
Sold my body to survive
Some have paid to scratch the surface
But they can't touch what's inside
How I long for something better
Than this life I know too well
Lord, I know I'm bound for heaven
Cause I've done my time in hell
