I roam through the night.
Striving to break up a fight.
The rain tonight is very light.
The bads are in my sight.
To win I just might.
We all will choose a different way.
In the night, some decay.
But I will not sway.
I shall beat the night as day.
Choose right, is all I can say.
I long to go home.
Not this hell dome.
By myself I roam.
I now live alone.
Away from victory some are blown.
I am one lonely guy.
I look up at the midnight sky.
My fate is in my eye.
I now start to cry.
I lost, they won, I'll die.
Goodbye.
Moral of story: Even if we know we will lose against the evil, stand up anyway.
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