for the nightowls
for the morning birds
for the drama queens
for the suicide kings
for the fallen angels
for the broken flowers
for the warriors of love
for the sinking black doves
for the wings of birds that never get to fly
for the smiles of children that never get to shine
for the hopes of the desperate who’ll never get to try
for the caging of the innocent paying for our crimes
for the daydreamers
for the comfortably numb
for the cocaine cowboys
for the collectors of crumbs
for the naked dancers
for the melting snowmen
for the barefoot runners
for the country girls in cities
for the romances that never could be
for the stars that have gone dark
for the bad moments we’ll laugh about
for the promises we forgot to make
for you
for me
I say hello
I enter with a bang
I leave quietly
when you are sleeping