city of cold

she stands on the same corner every day asking for change,
although looking poor, her face shows no sign of pain.

she covers her body with a ragged sack cloth,
looking starved but her voice sounds full and soft.

we all deserve a second chance; no one gave her a second glance,
we all judged her; all, even the ones pitying her circumstance.

the all evil root snatched all souls in the city of cold,
with our soles we stamp on hopes paved with the prettiest gold.

we all slave for what we already have within us,
turned our backs on god; seeking paradise when we are sinners.

she's the salvation embodiment that brings wealth no soul has bought yet,
all she asked for was change; no body gave her so nobody got it