Through the lonely street ,
jimmy choo bags,
foot pain moonlight pieces.
lights are sleepy ,
month in transit .
I work the night people ,
many years watch the edge of the sun .
in the post- industrial era fortress ,
I was never tired pair of eyes.
night as cold as the discipline ,
night as warm as the prize ,
air max 90s,
may seem familiar discipline ,
too heavy as steel.
destiny for my life ,
and bright smile of my child ,
I guarded swirling generator ,
air max 360,
in the cycle of day and night to run around to and from .
I work the night people ,
the sun is my greatest hope and pray .
only know that the tall chimneys ,
how many youth are the wind flying.
Day three ,
jimmy choo flip flops,
I touched the mattress .