the city is dark, dreary, and dismal
there's no escape from the seemingly never ending cycle
of vicious men committing acts so brutal
every day it gets more abysmal

the sun doesn't shine much like it used to
clouds of hatred and malcontent overcasting it’s rays
fear and anger cloud the skies
an uncontrollable rain is soon to break through

but sometimes a light breaks through the night
pure and bright and keeping you safe
arms wrap around you and hold you close
maybe you could win this fight.