Saturday, January 3, 2009

Where Lost Souls Come Out to Play

Up on the roof

a world away

As you head upward

A promise to better your day.

To breathe fresh air,

a treasure so rare,

As we wallow in here,

battling shame and fear.

Clearing your lungs,

as the music beats,

Is there more to life than the streets?


A teesket, a tasket

Shooting some baskets

Camaraderie, so playful

Whoops and shouts, so joyful

Like childhood, all over again

The days of innocence, can you remember them?

Youthful hearts, trapped for years

Emerging again, for reasons so clear...


Up on the roof

A world away

Where all the lost souls

Come out to play

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