I walk around these empty streets theres so much pain and sorrow,
I spread The Word the best I can and hope I see tomorrow,
These people might be lost and gone their ways arent all that great,
If I dont tell them whats the Truth then im the one with hate,
I KNOW im far from perfect but its the only way to speak,
These people are what I once was but can become the meek,
I look into theyre broken soals and hold theyre hands in prayer,
I tell them about my past and life and things I could not bear,
I see the pain and tears arise these people arent that bad,
Believe it or not theyre just like you and had just what you had.
