These Streets

We have walked on them Each day and night, we leave our print If it could stretch one could see the distance Its on these streets that most have been betrayed Others have been killed and murdered for no reason Some began their love story on them These streets hold onto the weight of the society Its a pain that some won't walk on them again Will the time come when secrets will be shared? Am tired of innocent killings taking place Yet the perpetrators run away using the same streets It seems like some mysteries won't ever be solved The answers we seek won't be answered when we still mortal Am going to leave these questions to the Immortal Being Even though we seem hopeless, don't let that drain your dream These streets are older than most of us Lets stop seeking for the known within the unknown Some things are worth leaving them alone At the end, we still have a street to walk on.