As I Walk Past the Alleys

As I walk past the alleys, I see you Crawling, begging, moaning in pain. Sorrows you hold, flood the avenue, Things you've lost and could never gain: You cry at the poverty, down the lane, And no nomads here hold your hand. I promise, I'll look up to you, fight you're bane, Let me just grow up once, I'll take your stand. Poverty, pain, tortures-that's all you've got, But this time I'll revive joy and happiness. I'll persevere to make you a treasure grot, For I swear and make this a year of promises. Promises that are as thick as my blood, Promises that fathom my best humanity, I make them to keep, I swear to mud. I'll build you a home out of my integrity, You'll never lay on the dark pavements, You too will receive the joy of life like us, Your smiles will be my greatest achievements For I swear and make this a year of promises.