Night falls very hard
As he endures the cruel, fierce,
Brutal, callous streets.

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.

Pain of betrayal
Seeps into the very depths
Of my grieving soul.

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.

I keep hearing that
“It’s going to happen soon.”
Yet, it never does…

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.

How much longer can
I continue on this way
In constant Limbo?

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.

She’s running out of
Reasons to keep on trying;
To keep going on…

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.

Even if the Front
Door is locked, someone can still
Sneak through the Back Door.

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.