Save The Innocent

When each corner of your comfort gets stripped of peace

And you are left with nothing but anxiety dreams,

Where do you look for a new home?

This land that I stand on feels like a sinking ship,

And I thought I had my city to hold with my fingertips,

But they are burning it down again.

Each coming day is a steppingstone that I must beat,

Yet somehow it feels like I am heading towards defeat.

The road to hell is just a ladder.

When the time comes, will the flames really spare me?

Will they save the innocent and kill the scary?

Please do not tell me the answer.

I still have my streets with their dirty parks and bridges,

And neighborhoods that do not crave the riches,

So maybe I have time.

As the street by the graveyard protects me from the reality,

I let the moonlight wash away my mortality.

Does anyone crave comfort anyway?

-Jackie