Mean Streets

standing on two feet, back on
these mean streets of love
searching for a road
with heart and with hope
and I know you are out there

I measure the cost of
what is gained and is lost
consumed by the fire
burning hotter and higher
and I know you are out there

I want to dance
to a song that is long
a never ending story
etched in memory
tattooed on my heart
and I know you are out there
somewhere, you are out there
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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