Out in the the dark
Crickets singing out aloud
Wondering what it may have
Targeting! is now a game of chance
Established with the mantle of leadership
Who then could this be?
Sharing things that beyond imagination
Beating the drums wouldn't make the difference
Stream flowed to wash our misfortune
Lifting the gate for the entrance of visitors
The future is beckon on our mischief
Why the rush? valour as fallen
Giving rise to slothfulness
Revealing the truth was still infant
Wisdom being replaced with contempt
