Quincey

My safety and hope, stretches lovely ways, how I’ll always cope, maybe will go home soon, in a sun that's flays, anyone's lonesome blues, on City's gentle slopes, feel it bounce and sway, splice the brownstone, when evening's are due, debts get paid, the avenue plays tunes, wonder my parents know, how hard I pray, different tales unfold, kids furl like schooners, everyone needs praise, we are never losers, to celebrate the day.