Dark days are ahead,
many were found dead
Some lost hope,
Others couldn’t cope
I still cant breathe,
I am still in need
when hope is lost,
And all like a ghost
chicken fried and roast,
Jam bread and toast
mother gives me to eat,
Every night before I sleep
lullabies are sang,
Almost sounds like slang
people come and go,
In this dark road I know
All the shadows I see
All just not who I wanna be