Street Life
Cement streets, dirty and worn
A city that never sleeps, just gets born
In the neon haze, of a dirty night
The city's shadows, they take flight
The streets are mean, the people too
A world of strangers, with nothing to do
The city's pulse, it beats like a drum
A rhythm of decay, a city's gloom
I walk these streets, with a heavy heart
A stranger in town, with a brand new start
The city's noise, it never fades
A constant din, that never leaves my shade
In the city's darkness, I find my home
A place where dreams are made, and broken bones
The city's streets, they know my name
A place where I belong, in this endless game
RockerMike 2025
Your on a roll.