A Beautiful Thing

[Verse 1] These city lights steadily strike him like a plague on his brain His face strains to see whats right, fighting through the razor blade rays The haze blinding his mind while he's taking this train The grey gates and the rain falling upon the crates where they play Just meditate for eight seconds but as he settles it sways And makes its way through this ghetto in this incredible maze We blaze the pace of great cellos, played the mellowest bass And the tone of zonin off, lost in the gloss of the yellowish flame Saints and felons sit, and kids flip the metal with paint Amidst the tainted hellos and fellows with cells Jaded, it's safest with his headphones left in its indelible shell Sweltered storm starts to break, the grey melting away Nods his head towards an elder, faded faces in panes To pray a thanks out for this shelter, pain just fades from his face Its amazing to his faith to embrace the grace of the day Shave the weight, the forming hate and shorties hanging this crate Replace the swarming lack therefore with the patience of saints Await the waking morning glory, breaking rays in his wake Making his way, the same train but he will make it today [Refrain] And he might, wake up okay, unscathed to smell the roses Stretch and yawn for the dawn once with all that would oppose it Behold it in its light in this life, in the hopes the focus soaks in And a token for the saving grace (thanks) that the most gives [Verse 2] He witnessed stints where the showers flipped the hours to months And binged for years upon the fringe of clearing clouds in his clutch No silver lining in his grip without the power of a touch Missed amidst the dirt and shit from which the flowers just sprung Its funny how it does that at times, reminds him ours is to love Our duty through these gritty city scapes and how were just stuck Under the thunder, weather changes though some drown in the rush Round and round she spins it out, power found in the sun The changed frame, same train, clanging howling above Then some shun the knowledge, when the rain came, some hours it floods And rusts it down to dirt and powder but its powerful cause Clouds clear to steer the light, life rises out of the mud Round and round she spins, sits down and down he sinks Thinks it out without an inch, without a glimpse And hits him hard as ice and artificial life, melting out, sinking down around the brink Of thinking about the change in man, and man about to change in me [Refrain]