It's the cry no one hears that screams the loudest.
Alone, a street corner for company, hear cries of desperation.
Rags grip to trembling flesh for dear life, torn by the wind, shredding against the gale.
Salvation passes by, person by person,
tantalizing hope.
They don't know the strength it takes to fight, to stay alive
just one more night.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
It's the cry no one hears that screams the loudest.
Alone, a street corner for company, hear cries of desperation.
Rags grip to trembling flesh for dear life, torn by the wind, shredding against the gale.
Salvation passes by, person by person,
tantalizing hope.
They don't know the strength it takes to fight, to stay alive
just one more night.