A cane that echoes down the lane
Sounding through the gale of an angel song...
"To all those who have lost their lives needlesley...
We have a way to heal...
I approach the condemned in its stall;
our eyes meet and in that moment...
These white-black ragged walls
stop me from coming ashore...
I created a world of nothing,
To escape this plane of reality...
sitting at the table of life
the truth of my blood; my heritage...
I've watched the news
And...I've been in prayer...
Sirens Blare ,
People Stare...
He walks the streets from dusk till dawn
He has no friends he's all alone...
It was not a death wish
rather for respite a loud cry...
Extensive years
Is not nearly enough...
All hail king
The boy was keen once to be a man...