One young man so wrapped in ire
His heart still burning as a terrible fire
The lick of a flame and the flash of the knife
And the brutal ending to a poor brute's life
One old man in love with his youth
Loving his dreams and denying the truth
Thin lines in his face- the medals of time
Tears running down, it is time to resign
One young woman roaming the streets
Searching the backways for clients to meet
Crawling through dirt and finding a man
One quick go and a banknote in her hand
One last chance before they die
To look at themselves and the faults they deny
As the guns shoot and their fatal wounds bleed
Death grabs their hands for the salvation they need