I saw this lady in North Street
Who walks in mystery,
Her eyes, mild, teary
Though her lips turns cheery

A muse in a daydream
Her grace, heaven's beam
Suddenly, from her came a scream
Like a gust of an impatient steam

She flew out in a rampage
A lioness unkempt from the cage
Frenzy in her madness she'd wage
To anyone who was not on her page

In this affair, I deeply despaired
But to contain her I couldn't have dared
I felt something off—weird
One by one, to me everyone stared
Like a freak show they feared

Curses quickly pooled at my feet
Blasphemy hurled at a moment of heat
I wept, baffled in quiet defeat
For it was then I became the strange
lady of North Street

Mother, mother guns everywhere
I woke up—the blood on their faces
The rats are out of their lair
Peasants shiver at their terrible aces

Mother, mother a rifle on your head
The place is on a storm , help me
I looked back but everyone is dead
The darkness slowly swallows me

Mother, mother abandon any hope
There is none to find, none to hold
If dying is freedom, then life is in the rope
My mind blazed in agony, but tears
stained cold

Mother, mother tell me goodbye
I'll close my eyes, remain unfeeling
As I bring your face in me until I die
Even though that thought will have
me hurting