Beneath the Covers

Some call it a quiet city,
With love and peace and tranquility,
But little do they know what lies
Beneath the Covers,
Gangs and death and even street muggers,
All I see are fights,
All I hear is fright,
I sometimes wonder how people sleep at night,
I spend my days wondering why,
And spend my nights too scared to close my eyes,
I dream a better dream,
With that love and peace and tranquility,
In hopes that one day my dreams become reality,
But for mow I wait,
Until the day,
When my chance will come to fly away.