The Broken Street

A broken hand reaching into space
As if expecting to grasp a small handful of hope
Somewhere lost in the air
Down the street where the sidewalk's cracked and torn up
Where the street lights are a dull yellow
And they flicker as the moths swarm attracted to its fading glow
Down a street where happiness was shot
And children no longer run down the broken walk and play
Where the dealers sell pot
And parents fear to stray
The sun no longer shines
Buy the rain still pours down
A street that tells a a story
Of the bitter evil world
The street will tell you a story
OF the horrors it beholds
The street will tell you how many children were shot on it
How many homeless people will sleet there at night
And how many people its seen get jumped, mugged, and beaten
But don't fear the broken street
Just because of a few cracks in its side
Because the street will tell you stories
And it can help you learn
The street can teach you a lesson
One that you deserve.