Streets
I walk these cracked streets under city lights.
I feel myself fading in the black night.
I see sirens wailing and fires burning.
I see the junkies with their heads turning.
In these streets I see the souls of the dead.
I hear their thoughts whispering in my head.
I have my life to live if I so choose.
It’s my life to win or my life to lose.
I’m not sure where I can turn to these days.
Will I forever be trapped in this haze?
I want to be free from this captive state.
Maybe one day I will set my life straight.
Maybe I won’t be trapped here after all.
With God by my side I’ll escape these walls.