With the devils that roam the streets
Leaving wounds that never heals
And lonely hearts are revealed
With so little time, one can never know
But can only prepare for the roll
Shorts strikes twice or more, fire innocents
Unnoticed bodies lay quietly in the mist
Be known of what just swept the hood
They still go freely leaving prints of proof
Taking everything hard work bought
No help is brought just as they thought
But they still remain the mighty kings
Of sorrows and pain that bleeds
Is it still a town that one grew old in where there was peace?
Change came in a dozen buckets of tears
Yet no one did nothing about it,
Rather they watched.
