Nightime help

A quietness descends as the night draws in,
the BBC stops, the night-shift begins.
The street is calm, no movement, no sound.
the raindrops fall on the already wet ground.

Sleeping babies wake for their food,
the homeless man sighs and puts up his hood.
Security petrols derelect sites,
in the city police break-up drunken fights.

For me its my room, four walls and a sink,
to much quietness allows me to think.
The radio helps but not all of the time,
to live this life, what was my crime.

I can call a number and talk on the phone,
to people who wish they were really at home.
Tell me now, how do you feel,
well when god gave out life i got a raw deal.

A second like a minute a minute like an hour,
in bed all day, no bath, no shower.
I hope this will pass, a moment in time,
this time next year i'm sure i'll be fine.

Reality is, i'll never escape,
reality is, my life i hate.
I open a door and see a brick wall,
to you out there i make my call.