Boy stuck in an age long before now,
a age of vile smells and murder,
darkness your only sanctuary in the light of a new world,
boy quiet as a mouse,
dressed in your clothes of old,
people who stare do not understand your sadness,
rats scuttle over your feet,
a faint smile appears on your face,
it reminds you of a time before now,
reeks of poverty,
reeks of money,
boy with your top hat with the sad eyes of grey what do you see ?
tell use why you hold your head high when you should have died with this victorian age,
portraits of you line your walls,
your pale skin the skin of a corpse undead gleams bright in the dark,
boy stuck in a age long before now,
never give up,
walk tall with your top hat perched apon your head down the road of new.