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.
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.