Another day goes by, one closer to the tomb

What have I done for me? What have I done for you?

Am I part of this disease or will I have solutions to

Change what I can control? It’s the least that I can do

Now we walk these city streets like the millions have before

Where the haunting echoes cry forevermore

And the lighting still remains, illuminating my way home

Still, I’m counting down the days until it fades

Can we learn from our wretched past and the bloodshed all undue

Which soaked our fertile soil that brings us life anew?

Because I believe to each their own and to not cause harm to you

But somehow that golden rule became tarnished by a few