When the night is black
And the cold wind howls
A feeling of fear
Strikes into your bowels
The day was blue
Yet the stars are bright
I look to the sky
To end this fight
Within your self
You know you are wrong
I love it when you sing
That bittersweet song
Just like Johnny “I walked the line”
And I felt you’re hand
Go straight down my spine
-Anthony Esposito
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