Abandoned here, there, everywhere
Nowhere to run, no place to hide
Here’s a place to go with no light
And still there was her resilient cry.
Neglected, numbed, and thought to be nobody
Left like a tombstone to be somebody
The body drained with the bottle
And still there was his resistant cry.
Forgotten by the city, the country, the world
Everyone thinks they know what’s going on
But they don’t know that they are wrong
And still there was their repeated cry.