Within the noise from my feet
Engraved with trauma of the city
Before dawn and disappearing stars
And an empty street to cross
Sudden luster in my eyes
Blinded in maximized horror
And the voice from a comrade
Helping to escape my misery
After awakening the soul
Body of a weak discovered
Seating in the middle of the road
Looking at the crimson-colored hands
Tears come running down
Leaving wounds and pain
Either way filled with gratitude
Second life, its another fight.
