No one dares dream of beach houses <br />While walking on these dirty city streets <br />In the misty sullen rain <br />Where the children smile despite some new despair <br />That is always lurking around the corner. <br /> <br />A mother will drive home from work <br />And brush her hair <br />While listening to police sirens <br />Invade the open air. <br /> <br />Drug deals and daily violence <br />Mar the already bleak surroundings, <br />But someone will help an old lady <br />Cross the street <br />And all spirits will rise above the sadness <br />Of struggling survival.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-spirits-will-rise/
