Sitting under the sun
Waiting for you
But you never come
I'm stuck here all alone
The blood it fills my shoes
The bullet rips an open wound
Now I'm dying on the ground
Waiting for you
An angry violent wind
Blows thru the city streets
It makes the buildings sway
They buckle and they break
Oh what a catastrophe
How can this be
The people dying on the ground
No one to help them