Needleman walks through the city streets, eyes filled with pain, Searching for a purpose, lost in the pouring rain. Needleman's heart is heavy, burdened by regret, Haunted by his past, filled with unhealed debt. His footsteps echo loudly, in the silence of the night, A solitary figure, shrouded in moonlight. But Needleman keeps moving, fueled by hope and fear, Hoping redemption is near, as he sheds another tear.