Hunched and cold with head bowed low
I trudge through darkened lanes
While heavens grief pours down on me
And chills me through my veins.

Roads wet with tears where lamplight glistens,
If I just stop, stop and listen
No sound but rain in gutters flowing
So on I tread with body bowing.

If I should stop and raise my eyes,
Blink against the weeping skies
In widows glow through shutters bright
I'll see the children of the night.

Lovers young and old entwined
Shapes hot with lust against the blinds
I see them sway and clutch, then gone,
And in loves game I'm left, a pawn.