Erikamerica

To run ; the heart in emergency,
To run ; it was his only defense,
To run away in front of their violence,
Which is approaching and has no mercy.

To run, giving everything before the end of the race.
To run, under the city lights by which his steps are lit.
And the fear which lifts and pushes him apace,
Under the stars who don't really care about it.

To run, faster, to save his hide.
To run, cause they are almost beside,
And the heart in acceleration, struggling,
In front of the quiet moon who is rocking.

To run, the body in alert,
To run, to give all, to exert.
To flee, the deserted street,
To flee, not to be beat.

To run, but running, was not enough,
The trap on him ,listening to them acting tough .
And these words, these insults come from their voice,
Are as sharp as the blade which strikes him; no choice.

And in front of them, offering his pain
For these cowards who know just how to be mean,
And which the hatred flows into their veins,
spreads out around this distressing scene.

Few years behind and none in front ,
The death wraps cruelly the child's body,
And the luminence of the surroundings dont
Light the blood which sinks on the ground of the city.

The wind returns the echo,
Of his last breath , his last sob.
And then the sound of sirens blow,
In the chaos which is created by that mob.

The cowards left in disarray,
They have run away.
Avoiding the death of which they are attributable,
The drama for which they are responsible.

The night ends slowly, changing its skin.
In the rising sun, the life is bold.
On the front page, some words for the victim
Who was only thirteen years old.

Original .mid by Tangerine Dream