one moment in my life
caught in slow motion
in a slow breeze
i roll through soft
but the world dosent see
street life is filled with sorrow,pain and misery
sometimes you can feel me,although very gently
why be reminded
of what can happen to me
i lay a rose on the coffin lid
no gentle word to ease your pain
no gentle hand,when even gentle makes you flinch away
there is no cure,not today
one more soilder passes over in the wind
so many people,so many shaking their heads
no understanding,no real comprehension
of another one lost to street madness
but the madness is really inside our heads
no words,no actions can really express
the sorrow and pain that i will carry
it comes with understanding and alot of regret
the scars that cover me,branded deep in my soul
i will carry this burden until this street madness
puts me to rest or i can take it no more