A, rich man is going into a Parisian hospital to die, thought he could have it all, now he clings to a red blanket, given by a woman he loved and betrayed, he loved her too, till wealth stole his heart.
Two lovers, young men, mere boys really, are being hanged in Iran today, they have not committed any crime, robbery or murder, they loved each other for that they'll twist, blindfolded, in the wind
In a Texas jail, a man wait his execution; everyone knows he's innocent, found guilty ten years ago the verdict still stands; he's been turned down by the governor who's tough on crime
That's how it is; we are spectators in a drama we have not written nor understand, yet we continue to search for a meaning; there is little we can do but light a torch of hope on mankind's dark trail.
