The city grieves, like widows clasping. folded flags against their hearts. Raindrops fell like dirt and roses. on black coffins in the dark. Not yet corpses, still we rot. Oblivious to our decay
Oh these hands are tired. Oh this heart is tired. Oh this soul is tired. But I'll keep on. I'll keep on. I'll keep on. I'll keep on. I'll keep on. I'll keep on Faith is something I am not accu