By Amie Bernard

When the nightcrawlers come out to play

And the moon emerges from the trees

You can hear the songbird of the night

Filling bars with symphony

His face is full of shadows

Telling many tales

Of how the south side man of steel

Always prevails

A soldier for street corner wisdom

A voice from the outskirts of town

A tower full of charisma

Who will never let you down.