#1 Snazy Filazy*Apt. 4: From Darkness Comes Light

There's a small special spot on the edge of the bridge,
Where a little girl sits and thinks, just a smidge.
She swings her small feet back and forth, side to side,
Enjoying fresh feelings that mornings provide.
Before the alarm clocks, before all the lights,
The calmness that struggles to last through the nights.
But just a few moments before the town wakes,
Beginning another day, living mistakes.
She closes her eyes, and breathes it all in,
Until noises take over, letting monday begin.
The yellow cabs honk as the passengers yell,
Checking their clocks and gazing at hell.
She looks out across the city below,
Watching the stop lights break traffic flow.
The bum stumbles out from below the bar sign,
Pacing the streets while loosing his mind.
The sidewalks get clampered with busy-feet-blues,
Shuffling to work with their torn, scuffed-up shoes.
"What a beautiful place." The girl sighed and said,
While watching the city streets drowning in dread.
Polluted with robberies, break-ins and cries,
Darkened by shadows and secretive lies.
But the girl knew that troubling shadows were from,
The thick, gloomy clouds that covered the sun.
And when light creates darkness, the darkness then turns,
Back into light from which the town yearns.
"So why the long face?" The girl asked aloud,
"I'm stuck in this place, but yet I am proud.
There's no room for sorrow and no room for hate,
Just look for the happiness all things create."
But just at that moment a dump truck drove by,
With a rumbling "whoosh," the girl shouted "Oh my!"
The strong stench of garbage made quite a nice breeze,
Brushing past her green eyes, flowing into the trees.
And so Snazy Filazy then started her day,
With a big smilin' face beneath skies filled with grey.