You have serenaded me with the pain of the masses.
Dreams of despair, of weddings in Chicago on gray days.
Of drug dealers walking down the aisle at each one.
Of a mother with a young baby boy whose father forced
tattoos onto his arms,
Leading the baby to addiction and the father to being out of
his life forever.
There is no hope here, as she says she has sex all the time
And I say I color all the time
And he declares both of those statements to be untrue.
In this dark, gray city, where is Christ?
Where is the Hope that lifts people from despair?
Do I truly believe that this Hope can change circumstances?
Like her not having a job?
Like drug dealers desiring other forms of income rather than
selling drugs?
Like the rich man stuck in the poverty of heartlessness?
(Is it all the same gray?)
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