Your belongings are meager br As you wander loveless streets, br And the sidewalks kill your soul br When you have no place to sleep. br br For a young child, br Life should be visionary dreams, br Not drug dens of demise br Where everyman has a predator’s eyes. br br Life unravels for everyone in time, br But there should be happiness and joy br Intermingled in-between birth br And the onset of the inevitable obscene, br br But some people get cast aside br The moment they leave their mother’s breast.