I walk down the road. This darkness surrounds me. A river of blood Continues to flow silently. Nobody knows how; nobody knows why; Who will be the one to standby? She sits in a corner helplessly. Deceived by her dreams mercilessly. She sacrifices herself cowardly For a justice lacking maturity. A face beneath another face Haunts her in every way. A bitter truth is when The Saint has decided not to pray. The innocent child with a gun Dies before he can feel alive. The evil plans of the devils Make honest love hard to survive. The eyes filled up with hatred, The hopes that have been wasted Keeps on rising the death With a reason that never existed. Failing to develop self-esteem Before the light of life turns dim, The wrong wins over right very fast. Ultimately, the truth remains covered with dust.