The rain is bouncing off the asphalt.

Pain is seared upon the face.

No blame pointing out fault.

Just some lives at the human race.

No need to be to be getting upset.

There’s no need to be packing heat.

The old ones are all standing.

So the young can have a seat.

I was thinking about the future.

Don’t know how long that will last.

By then, they will find the cure.

All this change is set so fast.