Cry
in the dark
In
the lonely tunnel deep below
The
dark shadow rules the black
No
light can be seen
Once
there is light
The
spread of goodwill abound
Until
the bad takes control
The
trust has been gone
Instead
there are lies
Everyday
running through our lives
Even
the institutions are running low
The
respect seems split with the wind
Cry
in the dark
The
longest journey to make it
The
bad is feeling jittery
Many
bad followers will feel teary
The
light is rising again
Though
the cry in the dark still hears
The
bad will face Bamboo River
The
iron gates and hardcore criminals
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