Walk the Streets

April, 2009


Silent
Complicit
Forgotten

Pale skins shine with purple veins translucent
Milky eyes searching,
Having witnessed a nuclear holocaust.

Shining bright in transparent chests
These walking dead
Have hearts of pure gold

The darkness of the street
Consumes their bright beauty
And we forget who we are

Not so long ago
We walked proud
Upon our lands

Now
We wander
Lost

The time has come for our hearts and eyes
To shine bright again.
Remember!

We will never forget who we are
In our golden hearts.