I got looted in Vancouver, they took all I had, Now I'm left with the echoes, of the life that I had. They took my gold and silver, my tools and my gear, Left me with nothing but memories, and a heart full of fear. They said they were hungry, that they had no choice, But I saw in their eyes, the coldness, the malice, the ploy. They didn't care that I had a hobby, that I had a life, All they cared about was taking, not caring for strife. Now I'm left to rebuild, to start from scratch, To find a way to survive, without being a target. I'll fortify my dwelling, I'll protect what's mine, For I know, if I don't, they'll come again, and this time, I won't survive