• I was strolling through the crowd
    The heat is pulling me
    My legs chained me to the ground
    My hands tied by a word,
    coward.

    The pace never stops
    It beats throughout the day
    It beats throughout the night
    But different at times.

    Inside the pulsing crowds
    There's a boy pointing at me
    I looked up and stare
    Just i knew it was there

    Finally an end to remember
    It was gloomy and dark
    Red coloured and dirts
    I can no longer stare

    Something kept me alive
    A light and a hand
    It made a shade behind
    To remind me the time.