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