Hunger Of The Young

Attack In Black

Please pay us mind 
with some smoke across the sky 
and a flower left to honour life 
maybe happiness is wealthy if you spell it right 
a bird kissed the treetops at night 

trying hard to put a page 
all the words that are defined 
by everything we never said 
and the broken things in all our lives 

an end of summer street to take a breath from shade to sun 
looking for something to love 
while somewhere someone's making 
something bound to come undone 
to feed the hunger of the young