His heart is for this city Its people and their dreams Broken hearts that get no pity Young children and sad screams My heart is sometimes broken Reminds me who I am I am hypocrite and liar I see the soul I may have damned I want to play their song I want to save their life Alone I am nothing Alone I am only strife I’m not in a “good” mood at the moment. This poem’s rhyming pattern sucks.
Jun 13