Let the sweat drip,
As the night finally slips,
Into the distance,
As we relish upon our existence,
It's been left between us,
Divided amongst these protests,
Our strength is getting weaker now,
As we progress through winter somehow,
Provided we're given a tomorrow,
Will there be a place for sorrow?
For the rest who stand alone,
As we watch you sit upon your throne,
Oblivious towards us as the unknown.