A Revolution In Dark City

The Fallen

The Fallen were once proud

Proud just like me

Being alive and working to be happy

They were prosperous

Life was good

Times were great

Never did they they think that their lives

would come to this

Now

In vacant lots throughout the city

The Fallen are living and sleeping

in their vans and cars

Living off of small amounts of food

Namely picked fruit and bags of almonds

They all know food is at the premium

The nights are difficult at times

Yet they all make their wishes

on the many stars

Hopelessly and helplessly

Everybody has their own favorite star

Lord knows they have a favorite

Lord knows they all do