Hope In the Days

The hard core streets of the city, that was, that use to be. The fallen, separation from the madness that corrupted the world and the souls of them, of the souls of them all, society pain and scars. They raise their fist, the thick puddles of blood that mad them sick, the criminal life that was, that use to be, has vanished from the life of thee. Uncover the life of good that grows to be, separate me from what's evil, give me the life that should be. Respectfully I'm here, but the world doesn't accept the change they see. They are use to the corrupted things that corrupt their streets. This ugly thing that's inside me, I should not envy over a evil thing. In their mist I have spread my wings, the city lights that glows surrounded me, the smile of the people saw a better thing; a hope of change. The flower has blossom, it has finally seen it's days.