A Prayer For The Wind

Maybe if the rain didn't come
Washing away
And the blood soaked sidewalks
Would of stayed
Maybe if the ink
On the R.I.P. Tees
Didn't fade

Another life

Would not be gone away

Maybe if the story
About the bullet that strayed
Wasn't forgotten
Another mother would not be screaming
In her blood soaked cotton

Maybe if the gospel
Had reached past a funeral
They wouldn't have to pour a little liquor
For another dead bro

Maybe if the politicians,
Did more than political grand stand
And the residents
Finally took a stand

Birthday and graduation
Wouldn't be overshadowed
By yellow tape gatherings

And the streets would not be at war
With the only rest
To be found in eternity
Then there would be no need
To shed tears for Chicago

But since there is
Please say a prayer
For the Wind