Street Life

Every night I walk these streets
Where the neon lights shine so bright
People rushing all around me
Barely stopping to say goodnight
Homeless ones are lying on the street
Dreaming of a life that they may never meet
Fighting for a meal, day by day
Trying to keep the sorrows far away
The corners filled with heartless souls
Trying to make their living from their goals
The sound of gunfire in the distance
Evoking fear into a heart's resistance
Yet, there's a sense of community
In these streets where people roam
Where each other they know
And they make a place they can call home
This is the life that we've been given
And we all make the most of it
In these streets we call our own
That can give us joy as much as it can spit
So walk with me on these streets
And you will see life in a different light
It's not always pretty or glamorous
But the street life is worth the fight.

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