The Face of the City

I.ve seen the face of the city,
I’ve seen the masks it wears,
I’ve seen its filth in the down below,
and the spires that stab the air,

it’s the ugly and the pretty,
walking lockstep with the pain,
it’s the saintly and the sinful,
both, praying for the rain,

they seek
to cleanse the city,
and its streets,
they seek
to wash the blood
from the souls of the meek,
they seek
to purge the night with the waking
flame of the new dawn,

I’ve seen the face of the city,
it’s currently drowning in despair,
I’ve seen the huddled masses,
reaching, reaching out for air

it’s the poor and the hopeless,
searching for the hope out there,
it’s the beaten and downtrodden,
paying for the sins we fear,

they pray
for the will to love
and to live,
they pray
for the will to hold
back the sin,
they pray
for the peace
and the joy it’ll bring.

I’ve seen the face of the city,
I’ve seen the masks that it sheds,
I’ve seen it searching for salvation,
from beneath the melting dread.

Tymen

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