Streetlights Part Ii

I'm standing here still, where the sweat of my soul fell__ knee deep in the blood... of our wishing well Right back here where our troubles began. where we decided to stand; be us woman or man. ~under the broken streetlight with our story to tell. knee deep in the blood... of our wishing well Flows of crimson water began to rise and swell Need to fix these streetlights or stand on a stool Waves of blood splatter streams creating a pool downpouring rain of tears, sweat and drool rivers of heartache, seas of lost souls outpouring red lakes roll upon rolls Shine the spotlight to see us; and clearly be ware listless, void and null, riding ships of despair standing at the hull, up to heaven we stare searching for face and name for our lives to blame of this unwanted fame, to our families brought shame who caused plight of our destiny to be so unfavorably hidden deep in history, lost books , scrolls and mystery forbidden knowledge, denied registry, forever to live in misery “Yea! It is more to this human bondage than blood of ancestry If the streetlights could talk, what a story they’ll tell All episodes don't end a fabulous fairytale, Most often 'tis sorrows of the nightingale For every life to succeed, there are many to fail drop a coin anywhere; but not into this wishing well.