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