Worried, there she is just on her death bed
All sorts of thoughts wandering
All kinds of memories flashing back
There was this guy who was courteous
There was this place which was safe
Where angels used to dwell
Far from atrocities of the present
Where people used to command a respect
She thinks what did went wrong
What could she have possibly done?
To make the world a better place
Who knows? It may be eternity
Before things are set right
Before there are good opportunities
And all that jazz
She is still hopeful
Wishes things would be back to normal
The extent of crime would reduce
And there would be few who wallow in sorrow
How does one tell her?
The city needs to decide
The path they want to take
Before it is a little too late
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