The dying city before me,
the city that holds all my glory.
The people wandering about,
my brothers and sisters devout.
The streets that we contain,
roads of our ancestor's pleasures and pains.
The air that we all breathe,
we all share though it’s hard to perceive.
We all see it with our eyes,
the segregations that we should despise.
From one day to the next it seems,
Daytonians have forgotten their dreams.
The city still has its luster,
I have seen it with my own two eyes.
It is up to us to restore it,
the greatest of all, the grand surprise.
Look at the city,
say hello and smile.
The joy you get back in return,
had been there all the while.
by Anytrea of AnyGirl Studios