Innocence Lost
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He stands on his corner of the street
Born to a life full of lies
Somehow he manages no sign of defeat
The city sees another dark face, no trace of the child inside
Leaving his country to sell what he could
Providing for his family, his beautiful soul shines bright
Invisible.
He stands on the corner of his street
Watching the world pass by
She is seen as weak working her corner of the street
Just another forgotten soul
She watches the world pass by
Making money the only way she knows how
Staring at oblivion, hating the laughter nearby
She just wants to survive and provide
Born into a life of deceit
Unnoticed for years
He stands on the corner of the street
Once full of potential, now forgotten by history
Haunted by memories of black body bags
Selling his metals for a fix
His wants to survive and provide
Broken body on the side of the street
They stand on every corner just trying to last the day
They are the forgotten
They refuse to die in defeat
Innocence lost
They are never truly nameless
But though their names are never known
They are the faces, they are the stale breath, they are the misspelled street sign, the
blood shot eyes, they are the skirt that’s too short but we never really see them…
Their hopes and dreams will now remain with them on the corners of their streets
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