In the dark of the night we follow the men
that carry the light.
We trust the words that are spoken so kind,
holding their hands and hopes inside.
We seek with eyes that are blinded by lies,
and hope that there is one
that speaks the truth.
One that will tell us stories of the old
and not give way to pave the road with fools gold.
We take time out to hold our glass up
and sing a little to those who have gone
and can no longer stand by our sides.
We keep the love locked up safe
and often pray that no one can tell
that we have failings.
We do not love how others do
and will not fail how you wish us to.
We do not give in to your words,
we've become stronger than you want us to be.
Now does it not seem fair and right
to have our toys and play with you?
For we are the making of all
your lies, cheats and kisses
that you so often give.