[Part first: Awakening]

[Daybreak:]
September sun emerges through clouds, chasing across the sky.
Thoughts are evoked behind detached eyes but people are just passing by:
With smiles for protection.
Unable to see behind the creature that he seems to be.
Once he was a child with burning desires with hopes and dreams of what was [bad word] 
So he's lost some faith but still there are fires deep inside that he must drench to numb.

If we could try to share some of his wounds just for a while.
But we're all just people passing by!

[Midday:]
He's searching through crowds for one that is gone.
Rejecting the facts one more day.
Talking too loud to silence the glow.
Coldness [bad word] his way.
Empathy can't reach through all that blame!
Smiles now forgotten, locked in their frames!
Now he's counting time in beggings and bottles fading away beneath old news.
So he lost a war: "Will I be dead very long?"
He can still hear his voice through the coldness!

If we could try to ease some of his pain just for a while.
But we're all just people passing by!

[Part second: Memorials [bad word] ]

[Part last: Nightfall]

Once he was strong, and filled with visions.
With life ahead he set his aims.
Then things went wrong.
Now his ambitions have turned to smiles conserved in frames.
Still could be strong could be a prophet!
He would teach [bad word] to every man!
He'd see the light through every shadow, but Entropia denies he can!

He's sitting numb while dusk is falling.
Alone he whispers his "Goodnight"

Turning away, when sleep is calling, from all the people passing by...