The only good thing that I could think was I will see my Angel later. Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared. Scared of being outkast, afraid of common fate.
Today is built on tragedies which no one wants to face.
Nightmares to humanity and morally disgraced. Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air. Children bred with ruthlessness cause no one at home cares. Tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops, knawing at my sanity, content when I'm dropped. But tomorrow I see a change, a chance to build anew, built on Spirit, intent of heart, and ideas based on truth.