Consider this; the maker's thought
that we could know what we had wrought
Shadows leap from structures high
raining gore on passersby

How I wished I had done more
but now I see it's not my chore
To make them see what they've done wrong
to save their lives before death's gong

And endless road before me lies
where bridges stretch from rise to rise
but some fall into darkest pits
and in the gloom they lose their wits

Shadows long, I can't avoid
those I hold dear are being destroyed
as one by one they fall like wheat
'till I'm all that's left standing on my feet

I'll play a role, of that I'm sure
but the pain of others I endure
I'll never break, but I may bend
standing 'till the very end

But know this now, a message I send;

It's dangerous to be my friend.