The orange streetlamps highlight the rain
as another teenage gay cries in pain,
On the corner where the drunks lie.
They beat him up, they called him names,
he tries to escape this twisted game.
And his heart lies crushed
on the corner where the drunks lie.
Two weeks on- his body is found,
On the corner- on the ground.
The anbulance arrived to take him away,
And the sun came out for the first time today.
So a rainbow spread across the sky.
on the corner- where the drunks lie
his body was buried but his soul was high!
(in the sky)
