We never regret being insubordinate,
but she has room for those torn apart,
despite their hearts so full of hate.
Their tears are the hurts of the heart.




They cry not knowing,
she is watching, listening,
concerned of their well-being,
while they're busy scheming;




Her seeds are all planted,
but haven't all blossomed.
Her streets all connected
but paths are divided...




Though there's lights that always burn,
there's a thousand souls who mourn.




But she cries for those who hurt her,
and loved them like a mother.




Still we lacked to love her fully,
with three hearts like an octopus;
once she were three times a lady.
We love her enough, the haven for us,





Though infested by ***** rats,
and all seem like, a big mistake there's,
so much hope inside  Flats...


Despite our flaws of being torn apart,
We never regret being insubordinate.