The Colors of Hope
In the bleakest corners of Hell-Town
midst playgrounds littered with glass
Disfigured weeds stretch to the sky
and no one's seen a blade of grass
Where junkies openly ply their trade
and cheap beer flows like lemonade
A tiny woman, sure a saint, paints a rainbow
~ Wide-eyed children, the colors of hope
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