In this city died
Every kid who cries
Just gets pacified
And a lesson learned.
But it just seems like they're raised
In a contest to see who wins...
And every song we sing
Just gets pitted to...
The next in line
'Til we fight for rhymes...
And how it kills me to know
It's a struggle that never ends...
But every time I turn
I feel the patient burn
Of a stanza made of hope...
And I can drift into
The simplicity within...
'Cause I know a boy
Who can make a story
From a broken toy
With a little joy...
And I know that one day
His castle crumbles down...
But he clenches.. his teeth.
Holding cried coughs beneath...
And then falls asleep
To dream up another sound...
Exhaling... every chapter...
That he found...