The morning is pure
The sun very virgin
Spreading her rays to all cares
In every background and backdrops
Emotions running high
Sending me to places I can handle not
Ecstacy so powerful
Anarchy it’s only for ruin
Happiness and joy in measures
In receipt of sheer emotions
Gasping for survival in territories they know not,

But she got the gun
That scared them off
They turned to me in oblivion
Because I raised the backdrop high
That concealed all that was,
Yet I got the bullets, six rounds
But they still stole

Her pride too high,
Mine on the tow
Of course we didn’t know
We had the essentials
That could only operate as one.
So we lost.
It wouldn’t help them either,
But we lost.