The City of Angels
Sirens, sirens, sirens
In the city of Angels
But where is the light?
Gum ridden sidewalks
Palm Trees
And cracks in the pavement filled with hopeless citizens
It's hard.
It's hard.
With the entitled only footsteps away
Watching from a car window
Wondering, wishing and dreaming of something better
Helicopters, they like to fly overhead all night long
The broken children and their broken toys underneath
Beg to be fixed
Rid the restless nights and the fear that this is forever
The same sky floats above
"God? Are you there? Will you save me?"
Turn down the lights
Close my eyes
And gift me with an ounce of hope