Streets of Glory Her legs roam about the street as she walks The concrete accepts the dire stride Mysterious; she could scream without notice It is bitter silence that manifests her longing She sings yet few hear her bear song Turning away no man; at best a lonely woman in the end Consorting with strangers; a woman seeking shelter in the arms of another She will candidly find her mate Yet tears will forever find their rest with anotherβs cheek The night calls Another John doe worth the wait