It hurt to see truth hidden in a bushel
Yes it hurt to see night
Forgetting the hard work of friends
How disappointing it is
For the innocent to pay for the sin of jerks
Justice has disappeared
Mothers now shed hot tears
Nobody to stand or care
The truth is too hot in their ears to hear
Miles to miles we walk with fear
No guts to dare
I am lost in solemn pains and self
Distant away I stare
Better days ahead a night mare.
Working night like day, yes like day
It is a real shame
In our eyes the innocent is taken away
Not a word, a single word
Even to this day
Let make our world a better place
Spilled blood
There will be no escape truly, no escape
Chaff is too important to their kind
Change or fade
Blank with no honour to trace
A life of waste
At empty space of veil I glare
A fissure on a fortune plate,
Importance is not in the crown we wear
A slave, yes a slave
Nobleness makes anyone come first
Cloths is for clothing
Honest attitude begets fairness
Days far gone
A shadow not stable to share
Fight for justice
And bring out the truth from the bushel.