Looking at the empty streets. Beauty needs to be seen. I know you are happy out there on the other side of emptiness, yet the present is the choice which remains. In admiration, beauty, in poverty wealth
and in silence the sound, I will put the gun down, who stands beside me matters more. I’ll remember this second, on the other side of what was emptiness, I’ll remember this present, but the streets will be alive again, only that which needs to be seen will be.