Passing people,
Watchful eyes,
Pay no attention to the stander by,
He sits and listens,
Never utters a word,
Never to forget,
Never to return.
Their ever burning desire,
Hot like fire,
Growing ever hotter,
Roaring,
Cheering,
Blazing,
Popping,
The fire of the passer by,
Torches all freedom,
And leaves burns of pain,
Always the passer by burns.
Woe to the stander by,
For no passer by will understand
The stander by.
