Is just a drip br from whence br it comes br it matters br not br to some. br br We no longer br can tell with eyes br when we pass br them by br do they br bleed. br br Multiply all sides br walks you drive br the streets do cry br more now than br just a dropp br you spy. br br Gallons by the barrel br cannot replenish br the gushing of br the lost tell me br why? br br These side walks br you know br the streets do br have names br not just our br country br that plays br this blood game. br br The well that br whispers br will one day br run dry.