Coming after them with anger

Coming after me with anger

Is the red parade of damage

Keeping hope we cannot manage

We had been as one, together

All until we fled for better

Running passion, passion running

We know that parade is coming

Banging, clapping, dancing, sprinting

What was their objective giving?

Made it safe away from worry

Saw things there but had eyes blurry

Sight still not in perfect vision

But that sound of dread had risen

Turning back came that red riot

Making all now somewhat quiet