These Streets
We have walked on them
Each day and night, we leave our print
If it could stretch one could see the distance
Its on these streets that most have been betrayed
Others have been killed and murdered for no reason
Some began their love story on them
These streets hold onto the weight of the society
Its a pain that some won't walk on them again
Will the time come when secrets will be shared?
Am tired of innocent killings taking place
Yet the perpetrators run away using the same streets
It seems like some mysteries won't ever be solved
The answers we seek won't be answered when we still mortal
Am going to leave these questions to the Immortal Being
Even though we seem hopeless, don't let that drain your dream
These streets are older than most of us
Lets stop seeking for the known within the unknown
Some things are worth leaving them alone
At the end, we still have a street to walk on.
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