most unexpected of social graces

I couldn't try without wanting to cry
For what is it now I have on my hands?
A warm set of colours, food for my soul
What is it that you are doing, God?
For you find me in the most unexpected of places.

Of toxins that flowed inwards
And poison that corrode
Still I waited till the soil offered
A stronger ground to land upon

Before vultures come and circle
Before these streets get crowded
I want to catch just one more glimpse of you
Pray i won't give up like it did before

I walk these dark and narrow hallways
Stretching my vision as far as it takes me
To anticipate the coming light
That will engulf and blind my sight

That these old omen tales will pass
That these dire circumstances will be a historic relic
Told to my grandchildren that reflect the goodness of my creator

One more day, one more second to push the clouds
I hang on till these and these others find me out
Still believing, still here
Still that same story
They never die
Not until I do