The morning welcomed the survivors,
The nights so cold and dark,
the angles work overtime in the city,
protecting those who create their fait.
The babies cry from hunger,
the rest just cry for pain,
a hurt inflicted by another,
with no one to blame but them selves.
The souls fortunate to find another,
often do not realize the triumph,
often turn to walk away,
unaware of the true consequences.
Do not turn around to see me cry,
the tears are never to be seen,
the pain rules my life as such,
and no one will ever be received.
We destroy ourselves from selfish decisions,
hearts unguarded and destroyed,
but our pain is accepted as normal,
only I can destroy my future.