Street Fighter

One arm 'round the shoulder of the boy. First time he ever - cried tears of joy. The story is not new, always sad and mostly true. Fighting the streets for our youth. One arm 'round the shoulder of the girl. There's someone she can trust in this world. The story is not new, always sad and mostly true. Fighting the streets for our youth. In a windswept concrete canyon, hiding in a doorway, He finds a shaking shivering body full of fear. “Come on Son take my hand, we'll talk about your home”. Only to find that he, is much safer here. Vultures eyes, velvet tongue, a paradise façade. Easy money comes in a world of love denied. “Come on girl take my hand, we'll talk about your home.” She doesn't know there is a different kind. Street fighter dodging the mainstream in the alley. Street fighter leading with his heart. Street fighter weave your way through the blinkered crowd, striking at a soul that's torn apart. Street fighter, where did you learn your craft? Mending broken spirits in an art. He'll never throw his hands up, and let these children down. Everyone he wins he knows, there's a thousand more to beat. Every time there is compromise; he finds someone a home… Another two are out there on the street. Street fighter dodging the mainstream in the alley. Street fighter leading with his heart. Street fighter weave your way through the blinkered crowd, striking at a soul that's torn apart. Street fighter, where did you learn your craft? Mending broken spirits in an art.