Drugged eyes roam the boulevards, br The deadened souls of childhood robbed, br Ransacked by violence and sadness, br Trying to meet survival’s needs br With a mind that has been blunted br By a thousand crimes felt or seen. br br You told me you wished br You had never been born, br That your heart has been torn br In the Godless void of the dismal streets br Where innocence is sexualized br And mistreated. br br And I told you of a rosary br I gave to a homeless man with tattered shoes, br A rosary he saw and wanted br When I offered him some change, br And how in that very instance he found enough life in his eyes br To somehow retie the laces br Of his unraveling life. br br Sweetheart, don’t get lost br In the murky gloom br Of some dark canvas that someone else br Has painted for you, br Find the person and the place br That can restore some hope br To your downcast heart br And desolate face. br br And when you’re alone without a friend, br You will always know where you can find me, br I’ll be here in the incense room br Burning all my prayers for you.