The Strife of a People, the Love of a Boy

Two lovers in the dead of night
One was strong while the other cried
Each thinking the other was worth their life
They found out it was true when it was time to die

Two lovers in a cold dark room
Their only companion was the moon
A little light in the gloom
Just so that they could see their doom

Two lovers curled up tight
Grabbing each other and holding its all their might
The two poor kids couldn't put up a fight
But their love was a touching sight

Two lovers who weren't accepted
And five drunk men who were tempted
Not even fazed by what they had just did
And the two young boys were now departed

Two lovers in a roadside ditch
The noise of the cars reaching a deafening pitch
Neither of them came from a family that's rich
And their bodies would never be found because of it

And all this because of stupid strife
Through the heart of both boys laid a knife
Their eyes no longer held any light
People keep forgetting though all this spite
That no matter what, love is love, right?