It should start out as a sunrise

Today it was a sunset to begin the day

Hours shall pass and everyone shall stay home

They walk backwards on and off the streets

Shall we ever go back to forwards?

The shops were all mixed around

The flowers were dead instead of alive

The church was a wreck

Glass shards poking out the widow

The choir was playing broken instruments

The band was singing like dying cats

The poor people had become rich

Throwing money out side their balcony

The rich had become the poor

Sat on the curb while coins sat in the cup.

This world was all backwards.