Tucson
Mountains higher than ones heart can fly
With honey drops of sweet sunshine
For every sparkling eye
To think such small cities
Can be quieter than its minds
Is madness beyond all thought
Simply listen to its whines
A never-ending roar of engines
With a mix of young children's cries
Is what you'll hear everyday,
Though you'll find it a lullaby
Walking through its rotten streets
You'll see the painted faces
Of every past lover, child, and forgotten grandfather
Painted with its cities sorrows and happiness combined
Forgive their questioning looks
For they know nothing, but their bothers
Much like the stress of a simple saddened concubine
This is where you'll start your life
Given a mix of new strife
Forget each day at the close of the night
And start new with the morning light
It is fear that rocks the boat of life
And fear that will once save your life
So breathe new hope and strike,
With chance at your side.
-VCTK
Written 7 months ago