The walk
I walk these streets all alone.
No one knows who I am.
They don't say a word to me.
I do the same to the.
I watch as they all do sins
For what I die for.
I walk and listen to their troubles.
And think of a way I might help.
Gun, ***** and *** they do.
But I say no words and keep on walking.
No one to keep my hand.
No none to share my troubles
For I care for their troubles on my back.
As I walk these streets.