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When a rose refuses to grow & the sun fears to shine through each inch of darkness
there's something hovering over the horizon known as hope
When angels voices are replaced from sweet melodies to siren & shooting stars to bullets
there's still imagination in youth's minds
As riots are more build to damage than to speak for injustice, retwisting equality throughout history that was never reached
there's still a love that knows no color
When dreams are reached through a needle & finding admiration within yourself only after a few drinks
there's still a heart holding a mirror showing your one beauty
Where the moon turns red reflecting through silver water's & the clouds cries blue sweeping through mist of gold
there's still a fox searching for treasure that shall not be found by land
Where insecurities are frowned upon & hurt is disguised by lust
there's still a faithful soul, who reminds those upon the lost
through WORDS....
