Children of the Night

I've been trying to teach children all my life and have enjoyed the experience-by and large. I have to say that the vast majority of them were really top class humans but there was the odd son of a gun along the way. Many of the"son-of-a-gun" fraternity were just poor little devils who had been neglected,physically or emotionally in their youth and never really had a chance in life.
Before the days of "political correctness" an old teacher said,referring to one of these types "His GRANDPARENTS should never have met"

The song "Children of the Night" was written with a particular child in mind but it applies to a whole host of other unfortunates who were bedevilled by bad parenting and faulty DNA.
God protect us all from adversity.

I think the phrase "Children of the Night" was in Dracula or some such story.
The song is on our(Fartulla) best-selling C.D."Life Lines" and is freely(almost) available on Google Play.
Have at it


Children of the Night


Waves rippled through the corn, on the instant he was born
And blinding, blaring, rainsqualls lashed the night
The rivers all ran deep,made the footless boulders leap
And lightning lit the rocks with ribs of light

Chorus

The children of the night are hid
By day in silent places
Alert and ever watchful
With mute averted faces
Through the streets a shadow creeping,
A dark cloud hovers near
It is fear,my night time children,it is fear


His mother's screams of pain echoed in his infant brain
And hate filled up his childs world from the start
All through those early years he remembers only tears
And lying alone for long hours in the dark


His teachers tried to compensate,but by now it was too late
By the age of twelve he was vulgar and obscene
Shoplifting,robbing cars,drinking cider sneaked from bars
Trying to show his buddies he was mean


He finally ran away from home and started out alone
To the city to find others of his kind
Joined the Children of the Night, all of boyhood dreams took flight
An empty shell is all thats left behind.