I woke up stained.
I don’t know when it happened
Maybe it was the recent news
Maybe the cold callous city streets
Maybe the steel structure that divides us
Like that steel I am tarnished
My shine is gone unpolished
I woke up tarnished.
I had a silver shine faded away
Maybe my heart glimmers with dreams of renewal
Maybe there is golden age of true justice and sacred peace
Maybe people are starting to change
Like those people I have changed
My heart is gone stained
The Sketchy Kids 