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

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