Cries fill the dark, musty alley,
All the things that can not be.
The things we tried to stop,
The ones that came out on top.
Laughter fills the dark, musty alley,
All the things that would be,
The things they all did,
The ones who always lived.
Tears fill the dark, musty alley,
All the things that should be,
The times it didn’t work,
The ones who did, under dirt.
Sighs fill the dark, musty alley,
All the things that had to be,
The times that were shared,
The ones who always cared.
Screams fill the dark, musty alley,
All the things never to be,
The things that were done in vain,
The ones lucky enough to end the pain.
Anger fills the dark, musty alley,
All the things that need to be,
The times that were full of regret,
The ones we never can forget.
5/18/89