PEOPLE

People!
They are going down
Alone,
They are the crowd,
People…
Without dreams
Moving down along the streets
They are the screams
That cut the silent night.
People
They are going down… …
Alone,
No more fight.
They carry the dream
They are the crowd with no love…
People
They are going down
They are living,
Not watching the sight.
They look around,
They want a light…
Among the green leaves of an Alamo
They think they are right
But alone,
They are the crowd
Moving down
In this bleak town … … …


In 1988 … … …