I am walking,
Through A lonely night,
I am walking,
Brooding on this life.
As I walk,
Guided by the moon so bright,
As I walk,
A figure comes from behind.
I see this man,
He is as troubled as I,
I see this man,
He is a reaper of the night.
And he tells me,
"I am a reaper of sorrows,
Pour your troubles unto me,
I am a reaper of sorrows,
Through your darkness I can
see,
I am a reaper of sorrows,
Your guide if you believe in
me,
I am a reaper of sorrows,
Pour your life unto me."
And I see this man,
Cloaked, brighter than day,
I see this man,
Shrouded, darker than a
lightless Fray,
I am blinded by this man,
But I have no need to see,
Blinded by this man,
I walk, and my troubles wash
away,
For no troubles can hide,
When the reaper comes out to
play.
As with every night,
I wish the moon would forever
stay,
As with every night,
I wish for the absence of the
day.
But the moon ignores my wish,
Bringing morning my way.
And so the reaper of sorrows,
Took all my troubles away.
AS THE SUN SAID ITS LAST GOODBYES
TO HIS WELL KNOWN FRIEND; THE SUBURBS
THE MOON ONECE AGAIN FILLED THE NIGHT SKY
WITH ITS BRIGHT LIGHT
BUT WHEN EVER THE MOON SHARES ITS LIGHT
WITH THE SUBURBS…
IT AWAKES THOSE WHO SEEK HAVOC
IT SWITCHES ON DARK MINDS
THAT PENATRATES EVIL
THESE MINDS HAVE MALICE…
THEY COME TO DAMAGE LITTLE
HEARTS, MINDS, BODIES AND SOULS…
TOUCHING, FEELING, GRABING,
TOSSING SHOUTING, SCREEMING…ABUSING
WHEN THE HEARTLESS, SENSELESS,
CRUEL, UNCONTROLABLE, UNCONCERN AND
UNBALENCED MINDS LEAVE THEIR YOUNG,
TERIVIED AND TORTURED VICTIMS…
SILENCE…
AND THEN…
ANGER, RAGE…TEARS
TEARS OF PAIN
TEARS THAT LEAVE INNER SCARS
AND ENDLESS THOUGHTS…
EMOTIONS CAN’T STAY INTACT
BECAUSE OF THE DAMAGE THAT
WAS CAUSED BY THE RECKLESS AND
SELFISH MINDS
WHEN WILL JUSTICE BE SERVED?
WHEN WILL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING STOP?
WHEN WILL THE TEARS TURN INTO LAUGHTER?
WHEN WILL THE VANDICTIVE MINDS SEE THE LIGHT?