Once long ago there lived a man
in a land so dark and torn
streets he walked felt scarred with fear
and its peoples hope… forlorn
where people begged and people stole
some murdered or went to war
blood was on each poor mans hands
from all that went before
so he wrote his King and good Queen to
and begged a few brief words
to talk about the streets he's walked
…the torture some endured
"My King and Queen our streets are dark…
and the light you gave no more
we've raised our young ones precious life
to then lose them all to war".
Then this man he begged his leave
then turned and walked away…
he felt the words that he had spoke
left nothing more to say.
The King and Queen had heard his words
and ceased to fight more wars
then placed a light on each dark street
so crime would reign no more
so the simple tale is speak your mind
when all you see is wrong
cause if you don't the time will come
when all you have is gone!
