give thanks

In the shadows where the silence grips the night, Dreams turn to nightmares, lost in the fight, Hustle through the struggle, every corner’s a plight, With the filling of the pain, keep the vision in sight. Creepin' through the alleys, hear the whispers of fate, Life's a cold game, but I’m never too late, Countin' every blessing, but I’m feelin' the weight, Got the hunger of a lion, never bow to the hate. Dark thoughts linger, like smoke in the air, Chasin' after justice, but it ain’t always fair, With the filling of the struggle, I can taste the despair, In the city of dreams, but nobody seems to care. Echoes of the past, like ghosts in my mind, Every step I take, leave my worries behind, With the filling of the truth, in this battle I grind, In the depths of the darkness, my spirit's refined. assigned