Street Soldier: a Tribute To Kat Werle
For years she lived looking over her shoulder
She graduated from the school of hard knocks only to become a street soldier
She always fought with dignity and pride
Along the journey she watched as her street idols died
To society they were only theives, addicts, and hoes
Beneath thier masks lies a story no one knows
Have you ever been there?
Did you walk beside them as they went nowhere?
They are simply victims of thier own pain and affliction
Fighting more each day to stop the haunting of thier own affliction
Demons lurk inside the tainted souls as monsters creep
But I encourage you not to let your faith sleep
Let retired soldiers return to the street
Let them spread the message to all they meet
She always fought with dignity and pride
In her work lies the legacy of the street soldiers who died
She reaches out a gentle hand in hopes to save the broken man
She lives her life to save the lost soul
Maybe someday another street soldier may be made whole
Copyright © Sara Beaderstadt | Year Posted 2010
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