Its twilight the sun is setting, and darkness will desend,
ambers an oranges, to crimson watch them blend.
Its like a heartfelt pain, thats not just black and white,
for in between theres shades of gray, some dark and some light.
A fog rolls in mysteriously, mists heavily swirling above ground,
its such an errie sight, but it never makes a sound.
Its like grieving a lost loved one, you no longer touch or see,
like a vice clutching your heart, as their spirit soars free.
Its the eye of the hurricane, the calm between the storms,
the powerful winds that rotate, just as a cyclones forms.
Its the homeless and the desolate, living with no hope,
all the missing children, and the murders selling dope.
A life used up so worn out, can't go another mile,
or a new life a baby cries, a Mother and Fathers smile.
Its gang wars school shootings, our kids don't stand a chance,
lend a hand a strong shoulder, learn that lifes a dance.
You can't just paint a picture, and hope the whole world sees,
listen with an open heart, hear the cries the pleas.
Look back on all your yesterdays, then look toward tomorrow,
strive for a better life, don't fill it up with sorrow.
