The city sighs in slumber
Her breasts rise and fall
Ice cold flows still clinging
Another few weeks until the thaw
Crossing the still frozen harbor
The high bridge, strange orthodontics
Silver across the gaping maw
Soon the ships will return
Restless as the lake sleeps
The city waiting above
Low rumbling just as dawn breaks
Always hungry for more
This place you have awakened to
Filled with noise and sadness
Storm winds roar in agony
Your feeble flicker against madness
Bloody thorn prick the vein
Flames rising as souls fall
The walls fall brick by brick
Few remain to heed the call
Focus tries hard to be heard
Amongst the constant noise
Those thinking they know better
Staying loud so they never do hear themselves
Never realizing the lack of substance within
Bringing others to the same empty place
No matter how many they recruit
Never managing to fill the limitless void
Each of us, we know some things,
gathered stories from the past.
Convinced of what the future holds,
we cling to them true and fast.
Standing up for what we believe,
a deaf ear too often we turn.
To every other point of view,
So many lessons we never learn.
Every person we will ever meet,
unique and perfect in their own way.
Can teach a truth we do not know,
if we only hear what they have to say.