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