Afraid

A torn down city and worn out street

A voice rises above the haze and calls to me

Full of grief and distress

Disturbed and in a mess

 Calls me with emotion and doubt

 Wants me to tell him what all this pain is about

Wants to know if sadness ends

And if hope and relief begins

If this life is what it's cut out to be

Wonders if the darkness will rise and he'll be able to see

But afraid to see he shuts his eyes to the chance for it to happen

And trips in muck, stumbling times more than a thousand