Growing up as a kid, i use to look around.
I love to gaze and stare. I use to stop and sit down.
I want to remember things so i wait until dawn
Before i sleep and eventually be found
I wake up years and years apart
Somethings changed some stay the same by heart
Somethings are here and some not
Apparently this is called “growing up”
I dont know if i like it, but hey, aint gonna help by acting up
I stare again and find things have disappeare
Some that was here wasnt around so lemme state to be clear
Violence was here
Injustice was here
Pain was here
Poverty was here
Heartbreak was here
Anger was here
I look around nothing has changed they remain here
But yet, hope wasnt here at that time of year
I hope its now here and will always remain near
For hope is the only
reason why people