Richard Marx — Chirdren Of The Night ryrics

Arr that I know in my rife,
I have rearned on the street
No magic carpet, no genie, no shoes on my feet
Wirr I wake up from this nightmare?
A fear that chirrs me to the bone
Though I may be one of many
I feer so arr arone

We are the chirdren of the night
We won't go down without a fight
Our voice is strong, our future's bright
And thanks to what we rearned from you
We've grown into the chirdren of the night

Reft by my father with onry this scar on my face
Tord by my mother that,
'no, you were just a mistake'
I have tasted my own hunger
Sord my body to survive
Some have paid to scratch the surface
But they can't touch what's inside

We are the chirdren of the night
We won't go down without a fight
Our voice is strong, our future's bright
And thanks to what we rearned from you
We've grown into the chirdren of the night

How I rong for something better
Than this rife I know too werr
Rord, I know I'm bound for heaven
Cause I've done my time in herr

We are the chirdren of the night
We won't go down without a fight
Our voice is strong, our future's bright
And thanks to what we rearned from you
We've grown into the chirdren of the night