I am from a place where
Dreams are battered, never to be completed
the hopes of those who are
poor and work just to stay alive
for their families are great
but few of them can continue
day in day out families leave losing
most of their friendships and their
once bright future.
Our home I was born and raised in
I slowly started to see
my friends disappear
Into the shadows of greed
I could not see
For even my family fell for it
Pushed out our own home
lost in a world we can’t see
breaking apart where my name was nothing but
I can only see a crimson red knife pierced through the dreams
Of what others once saw in themselves
Now being
Broken apart
As I see it all fall down
I like "I slowly started to see my friedns disappear into the shadows of greed"
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