Why fight a lost cause?

Dark shadows whisper through the night,
Upon deaf ears,
Creeping through streets that once lit bright,
But now are black with fears.

My soul walks,
Barefoot along the broken ground,
A hollow corpse,
Turns right around,
As silhouettes form a surround.

The corners of my eyes,
Catch a distant light,
Beyond barriers of wrong or right,
As day breaks down to night,
The hunters start their plights,
Wreaking havoc with their fights,
The boulevards are set alight.

Fires at the turns of every street,
Block your path, prey you don’t trip,
For they are swift upon their feet,
And if you lose your grip…

My soul walks,
Barefoot along the broken ground,
As shadows stalk,
The echoed sounds,
Of a city burned right down.

Back against the wall,
As stars fade and then fall,
Pinning myself away, hide from it all,
The huntsmen raise their call,
And off my spirit crawls,
Another nightly brawl,
As none stand tall.

Stand to be slain,
In falling rain,
To make a change,
But darling,
What will it do?
For brave are few,
So us makes two…

Holding hands as the darkness wraps around us,
Free hands holding onto only love,
Nothing has ever warmed my heart as such,
Since the day I first felt your touch,
And here we are, standing against an army,
A smile upon my face, for my spirit’s free.

My soul runs,
Barefoot along the broken ground,
To the men carrying the guns,
I load new rounds…