Duvalier's Dream

Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun

That brought a new betrayal every day.

He shunned the world of mortals and the sound of human tongues

And blessed the night that chased their sight away.

A disillusioned dreamer who would never love again

Who'd tried of it and found that it was rotten.

Prefering perfect strangers to the company of friends

Because strangers are so easily forgotten.

Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been deceived.

To face a lie and dare to try again,

But there's nothing like a woman with a spell of make believe

To make a new believer of a man.

Duvalier took the fickle turns of fortune in his stride

Expecting next to nothing out of life.

Till fortune found a girl who fanned a flame he thought had died

Whose burning beauty cut him like a knife.

She touched him through the senses that his mind could not control.

Then smiling stepped aside and watched him fall.

Betrayed by his own body and the hunger in his soul

Duvalier was a dreamer after all.

Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been deceived.

To face a lie and dare to try again,

But there's nothing like a woman with a spell of make believe

To make a new believer of a man.