One day a young lady called young lady
decided to go for a walk around the corner
She used to love walking and getting to the street
But never to that corner had she ever let her feet
There was a lot of fun over there
But she didn't love it, not a matter to bear
It was about the way she goes through
The chosen way of that picture she drew
The streets are safe
The streets are lighted
It's boring, tough, but no graves
It's boring, tough, with white lid
The corner always seems to be fun, but ohh, it's also dark
with people that are faking dull, places aren't safe to park!
She never loved the phosphoric colours
The black & white, neither the hot ones
Nothing’s used to over burden her or matter
She lived simply, smiled out and drew her suns
She never seem to like their types
Never told their jokes or wipes
She's unique with her world
She made up long ago
She's safe where no source of hurt
She's safe whenever her feet go
As she walks away that corner
As she walks around the street
Never mistakenly missed her principles
Never tried a new food to eat
The streets are safe
The streets are lighted
It's boring, tough, but no graves
It's boring, tough, with white lid
The Corner becomes a spider home
Every day and night people stick
More and more get there their drome
More and more friends their sit
The Corner is darker day after day
Likely to be a ghost house or devils'
Friends are there each hour sway
play, dancing with souls of evils
Then one day it became lighter
She kept watching how it changes
Friends there never seemed brighter
Just the way others look fames
Then She knew some others who
stick day in and day out
They had her in a company to
The corner where all that freaking shouts
The streets are safe
The streets are lighted
It's boring, tough, but no graves
It's boring, tough, with white lid
Once by once she stick
And she faced it hard to realize
The Corners guests are blind
No one use his/her eyes
It's magical evil souls
Or God's sanctions nobody knows
It's tough, hard the way people can't get out
Only those who think can make their way out
Hard, tough, Hard and doubt
Yeah, people there are in full doubt
And she faced it hard and realized her missing part
And she pictured it out the streets are her helping guard
The streets are safe
The streets are lighted
It's boring, tough, but no graves
It's boring, tough, with white lid
Written on the 31st of May & Completed on the 8th of July, 2011
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