New York was a lonely city
inhabitants in pressured pace,
not caring about the ground sleety
nor looking at each other's face.
But one morning of September
Richard went out to buy some milk,
something more he can't remember
and a piece of brilliant silk.
Though the place lacked some light,
he entered the gloomy alley,
no-one freaky was at sight,
but he felt shilly-shally.
Lewis had been watching him
from day one he was in town,
his intention blotching him
with the gun that he kept down.
When Richard was about to go out
of that alley in the centre,
his life wants to blow out
for he's never been repenter.
Asks for money and yells for more,
Richard fearfully denies he's having
Lewis says he'll count till four,
after that from death he's not salving.
Richard begins to cry and implore,
promising he'll bring some later;
But Lewis thinks he'll call the law
and accuses him of traitor.
Poor Ricky down on your knees,
you perceive your undoing coming,
surrounded by hell's agonies.
Hear Death's armies drumming.
When Lewis's about to shoot,
a strange bullet from one side,
piercing skin and dirty soot,
wakes up his blood astride.
Richard in disbelief opens his eyes.
The mugger deadly hurt
before him woefully dies
among rubbish and dirt.
The policeman comes to him,
checks Lewis is properly unarmed
and afterwards says to him
if Rick's been badly harmed.
Rick says he's now safe
and asks for the cop's name;
But the cop says there's a waif
left after this bloody shame.
They go to a hospital division
where Lewis's family waits.
Doctor practise every incision;
but Lewis's soul migrates.
During the long hours outside
Richard sees a lonely boy
who fixates on him wall-eyed,
on his face no sign of joy.