The ghost city
Has no pity
Remorse has no course
No second chances for our souls
Broken windows broken floors
Faces glancing through cracked doors
Shattered concrete under our feet
No wonder why we run to escape the heat
As the buildings die desperate to grip their life
And the ghosts just let go and hit the sky
It's no question the city is dying
Along with all our dreams
Brought to its knees
Filled with aches and pleas
It's all deserted and forsaken
With no cure from all this hatred
And I just write the poetry
That no one sees
The untold story
No need to notice me
Narrate the broken scene
From the chain link fence to the curb
To the raging sex that put us all on this Earth
From the swing set whines to the patio cries
As the sun sets, the shadows rise
Cleveland the plain
Then when the sun rises, the shadows remain
