Who owns the night?
With its doubts and dreams, its fantasies and fears,
the promise of beginnings, the blood at the end of the tunnel...
Who owns the night?
A woman's far-off laughter, a baby's nighttime cry,
wild street party noise or a cricket's country song...
Who owns the night?
Flickering fireflies dance while alley cats slink,
a lonesome train whistle, then an ambulance's wail...
Who owns the night?
The stark, somber shadows and bright beckoning stars,
bourbon's three-fingered blessing, a lunatic's curse...
Who owns the night?
I do...
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