Midnight is for the dreamers

Broadcasting our broken hearts with heavy heels

Exhaling smoke like somber streamers

Echoing our torment, silent shouts searching for comfort in the way our chest feels

 

Moonlight, the only salve on withered skin

Soft breezes soothe a tattered soul

Walking through the night on regretful sin

Hoping to discover meaning within our role

 

Shadows follow every move

No longer lost, in thought or prayer

Gliding through the dark in step with our own groove

Solace, provided by the stars and cool air

 

Alone in the night, only the sound of footsteps for repose

A car passes breaking thought, a random act brought on by careful schemers

Headlights revealing emotion, we’ve fought so tirelessly not to expose

Our secret now forced to divulge, that midnight is for the dreamers