Walking down the dead end street,
I try to find my destiny.
Pouring rain, on a street so long,
but I knew it would end so very wrong.

Wishing I could just move backwards,
to find the goal I was heading towards.
If I could remember one single reason,
it wouldn't be December every season.

Passing by another run down house
I pause, I feel as small as a mouse,
that is being held under the scrutiny of an eagle,
the things that have been done here, can’t be legal.

Slowing up i’m nearing the end,
this happens to be where I lost my friend.
I can’t move forwards the dead end is there,
I sometimes wonder why I still care.

My friend you’re gone, life over like this street,
the rain that was falling turned into sleet,
my mind has ruptured and blood leaks through,
and here with my friend, I have ended too.