Streets

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.

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