• The years are passing
    As flow of leaves at dawn
    With cracking sounds next door
    I know it happens but cannot moan

    Things that changes, never light
    Things that changes, ever cry
    Story of horror, never excite
    Story of horror, ever die?

    I get a fright
    in talk of might
    will gain the strength to stand and fight
    the lack of jesus in their mind

    is such a hurtful sight...

    Things that changes, never light
    Things that changes, ever cry
    Story of horror, never excite
    Story of horror, ever die?

    These hands are firm
    Their clinching doors
    Breaking into someone else's care
    This black cat spits as my eyes tormently glares

    Sounds from upstairs
    "It's happening again..."