Our streets are streets of war,
a place where guns are considered toys.
No value on life anymore,
only the need to destroy
as life slowly fades away.

I hold my child to my breast
trying to blot out the threats
that this child must someday battle.
Will love survive keeping faith alive
or will it be vanquished by death?

In the years to come
my dreams will yearn for you,
hoping the love shared
will teach him how to care
and how to answer the questions
when his child looks into his face
and asks about this place
which we live.