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Some of them were strangers
Some of them were without any rule
None of them would see another tomorrow
And if the innocent are guilty
Of the crimes they are harboring within
Then what are the chances in the hands of the convicted
There in the tiredness of what resignation brings
In the rejection of your everything
When the dawn draws close with no exceptions
Some of them were crying
Some of them stood brave
In the end it just didn't matter . . .
All of their dreams came tumbling down
All of their love would soon expire
And the void in the midst of the distance left not a sound
As the earth swallowed all that mattered
It covered all of their future faults
Leaving the fresh dirt of new direction
Some of them were young
Some of them were old
Some of them were men and the others were women
Some of them were just in the wrong location
Maybe they had the wrong face of denial
Just maybe in memory they will not be forgotten
For being guilty of being innocent