Collection of the Pucker Gallery, Boston
When there is no light, there is no life
Where there is no life or souls
Lost spirits walk upon the earth
A dark sky filled with crows
The city screams, the spirits cry
That terror they endured
But noone hears their scream for help
Thus help won’t ever come
Their faces aged through many years
Their eyes are full of fear
They walk the earth but don’t exist
They can’t go far, nor near
I look upon their minds and souls
And I can’t understands
How could some people be so cruel?
To those from different race
And when the rain falls on the ground
Dried ground through many years
It is their tears; it is their blood,
It is their soul that spills.
The city is dead but noone rests
Lost spirits walk upon
They cried and screamed and begged for help
The help that would not come.
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