L.A. Story

I read about your state in the newspaper;
The article read that it wasn't safe,
And, immediately, I thought of you...
I wondered how close you were to danger -
If it was staring you directly in the face,
If you were in need of rescue...


I can see the streets soused in crimson,
Carrying the slain in its current,
This is the fate of the men and women,
Whose drug dealer doesn't receive their payment -
Many a life is taken,
And many times, unfortunately...
It's the lives of the innocent.


You said you can't leave home unaccompanied -
It's just that dangerous,
And for this reason alone, to God on high I plead,
To be your armor, your aegis;
As you traverse a city by violence besieged,
I pray that He bestows you with providence,
That, from the grip of vice, Alagoas is someday freed...
And the forces that affright, like floodwaters, recede.


Together we'll turn the tide...
Through perseverance and prayer,
One day...you'll be able to step foot outside,
And not fear being caught in someone's crosshairs;
No longer will you need a guide -
A second shadow that follows you everywhere;
But until these dreams become realized,
In the meantime, know that there will be an answer...


Let it be, let it be.




- Kevin B. Waring