I shall write about you
until the ink runs out
until the trees get old
until the ship sinks down
until they dig deep down
to find the fossils which are running out
giving diamonds and gold to your beloved ones
displaying an apparent proof.

People can't stop loving just as much as they can't stop hating
all the broken hearts
which may take eternity to heal
I am one of you
as I walk down alleys  
I sight history in a man's eyes
I sense their lungs weakening
I observe their dry lips
you see the liquor hasn't done too good.
I hear people screaming through mere silence.
I shall continue to write about you
until this world seems bright.