PRISONER EXPRESS

After the warmth of the sun is laid to rest

and the stars have come out to play

we must struggle to do our best

If we hope to see another day

when no rays of hope are shining down

and without sleep's elusive arms to enfold

The sorrowful memories no longer bound

come out to take their toll

with pitiful cries to serenade

we stand before the accusing dark

remember the choices we once made

and aftermath so cold and stark

with no white flag to gladly wave

we stand on a field of death

realizing no guardian angle save

struggling to catch our breath

with our hopes and dreams lying dead at our  feet

no other choices remain but to stand and fight

an enemy we can no hope to beat

in the middle of the night