Wake Up

Walking down a crowded street,
Looking at the many things,
Looking down at my feet,
Hearing the song the devil sings.

As i walk a mile down,
I see the town and downsides there,
The smoke, the fights, and all the frowns,
And all the peoples lack of care.

As I stop to take a break,
I see a child running quickly,
As i watch the day awake,
I see the child has no family.

As I'm walking down the street,
Two planes come falling from the sky,
I see all the frightened people retreat,
And the souls begin to fly.

But as I stand there,
On the street,
The dust is flying through the air,
But all of this surpasses me.

For I am not on the street,
But floating in mid-air,
The dust and flames below my feet,
I can see the peoples lives hanging by a hair.

I am but a lost soul,
Wandering the earth,
Searching for a world one whole,
On the devil's turf.