Walking through a busy street The sound of hurried feet Nearly drowned out By fast cars and their rush. Walking for a while, The zipping slows down Hurried footsteps calm. Reaching a dark alley With piles of rubble high Leftovers of the incomplete And youngsters so angry. A place that reeks of hunger, The hunger of freedom The hunger of love. Lungs exhausted Of the blackness That dwells within. Eyes red from the false ecstasy That lurks inside the unhappy. They play with lightning Giving no care As they risk their lives. Only light can destroy darkness, They have a soul But hiding in their shells Illumination is captured within. Consumed by demons They don't fight back Surrendering themselves Trapped in the devil's lair. Content with faux joy, Or at least they exhibit All they need Is to believe in Lost trust and lost love. Their lungs may be black Eyes red, But their soul is always pure Ready for a new life Accepting of cure. Momentary pleasure Is the head's high, but "Love and freedom" says the heart "is mine."