A Note for the Next Generation
Spent lifetimes in shades of quiet overcast Petals wilted from lack of sustenance Overcome by cravings for sunshine on my skin Called to this sinful city crying for redemption Found myself buried in concrete, lights blinding Falling so easily sueded by the superficial Finding solace in moonrise Wondering how many times God could forgive me for bastardizing my Light for the intrigue of neon Remembering what darkness has always taught me Roots never stop reaching even through city streets Spreading the wisdom of sunflowers How we turn to one another in absence of sun