Monsters or Demons,
We call our worst selves...

Will I ever be truly happy?
I sit here wishing and wishing for a life of gold...

* I am in no way downplaying those who have died...
These streets once filled...

“Hold out your hands.”
A calming voice spoke...

I don't care for money,
I don't want diamond rings...

I wish you’d write about me,
Tell me the thoughts of your heart...

Oh to be yours,
Wake up with you on my side...