Tribute To the Dark Days

Died to mainstream, let it fall, Left our writings on this wall, Turn on, tune in, but don't drop out, hear the silence scream an the darkness shout, Concrete dwelling for spirits lost, who found out deaths not the only cost, Pay with sight, pay with mind, Cuz the devil ain't too far behind, This lonely tunnel that we called home, long deserted, still skid row, Now long gone, we found our groove, we've only just begun to move, Shanties crumbled, rats roam free, names not forgotten, Tommy, Tito, Ralph, Dee, Many others, still they stand, spread far across the promised land, Prayers were answered, dark days past, the lost ones found their homes at last. (This is a tribute to the men and women depicted in the documentary "Dark Days" directed by Mark Singer, and to the thousands of homeless strewn across the country and the world. Let their stories not be forgotten.) ©R.Chirino III