When at night, while walking alone,
Passers by will atone.
For what not known, and can't be seem.
Which lies inside this human being.
The man not known, but can be seen
The corner of their eye,
The light does gleam.
And while they pass
They give atone,
Of a man whom walks alone.
And wonder not of his misdeed,
But only what can be seen.
One desolate man, whom walks alone,
Caped in night as he atones.
For mis misdeeds whom he misleads
To the passers by whom can't be seen.