NIGHTHAWKS

 Down at the end of lonely street

The fools to misfortune must forever meet

Behind a thousand glass panes all the lonely go

Where hatless strangers swim to and fro:

You can see but you can’t reach

Because you cannot learn what you cannot teach

Real loneliness comes with a price

Those paralysed by loneliness aren’t always that nice:

Loneliness is a very special place

It has no proper name or face

There are miles of glass triumphantly smiling

But those behind it are endlessly toiling

Silently mouthing all they wish to be

I want to be free, I want to be free

I just want to be free.