The streets are gloomy
Dark clouds feeding off the emotions
The shine is still shiny
Regardless of the emotions

The noises are muffled
Silence roams the streets
The voices have been silenced
And the troops, back to the drawing sheets

Yet my country men are vibing
To the tunes of the old
And the time is siding
With the new sounds and the old

Letters being written
Songs being sang
All in the space of the living room
Yet this, this phase calls one to the war room