This City! Poem by Chris Haifley

Trapped in a tarnished city of gold,
The glory gone with the years,
We need to find something else to hold,
Besides the bitter sting of our own tears.

Connections holding the foundation together,
Are the only place of rest,
You can't find the end-they go on forever!
And show the bloodlines of only the best.

While the people of service are forced out of Sanity,
We become entangled in a web of lies,
This city of gold is based only on vanity,
And made only of people who can play the disguise.

Cant find solace at home,
Can't find solace in the Lord,
We can't find sanity anywhere,
Maybe we should just rest in the morgue.

But we can't leave that way, it just won't be done,
We will keep ourselves breathing so that we can run,
Away from this city, full of corruption and lies,
And we won't stop running 'til we see the clear skies.

And the bright light of heaven, pulled by the gravity of Earth,
This is what living is,
This is what is called a rebirth.
With no artificial gold paint ruining our eyes,
And no heavy blue pigment that makes up the skies,

With lakes full of splendor that imitate the sea,
This will be the place where are souls can be set free,
As we close our eyes in this amazing new place,
The ties of the fantasy begin to unlace.

Our eyes snap open, and we're back in the cage,
The cage we call a city, full of violence and rage,
Trapped in a house that smells of flat paint and anticipation,
Any time out of it is considered a vacation.

Issues, issues, issues, they will never quit,
Just get me out of this city before I get sick,
Money, security, and comfort I could do without,
Whether we will get out of this city-I'm beginning to doubt.