At night i cry myself to sleep the world is dark and grey with the sound of peoples hardships all work and no play.
They moan and they grumble and complain about their lives.In comes the trouble along with the strife.
Out goes the happines and in comes the sorrow,
out goes the laughter and in comes the turmoil
Then when all else seems lost who else is to come but hope on her wings of steel never truly gone