Living in this city, is not living so well.
They don't say sorry, they don't do you well.
If you disrespect them, you will learn their pride.
They will sting you like a bee, they'll lead you to their bee hive.
So my suggestion for you is for you to hide.
That's the only way, you can survive.
Beware for the thieves that wonder in the dark.
They'll make your dogs shout, growl and bark.
Listen to the hymn that the wind slowly makes.
Its the same sound that the river creates.
Listen more carefully and you surely will hear.
The monsterous sound of the once lonely deer.
Groaning is the sound people usually ascertain.
You might sometimes find the beauty it maintained.
Its hooves, such a pitty i may add.
The accident in its past was quite really sad.
To adorn its true beauty we all have to entrust.
The sound it creates, make people thrust.
This is the end of the deer.
Sometimes far and sometimes near.
