Sad City

[Sad City]

I walk to see the children frown,
And the homeless man in the lake who drowns,
And all the people who walk on by,
Ignorant to the old manâ??s cry.

I stroll the park where the rich children play,
And the others hope for a meal today,
And the mother, who cries her children to sleep,
Prays that they donâ??t wake to see her weep.

On go the people with busied lives,
All swarming about like park of a hive,
And who is to take the old women home,
Whoâ??s afraid of the dark and the beggars that roam?

I walk to see the eltel trainss,
And the man, whoâ??s asleep below in the grass,
I wonder how many have looked at him,
Shameful for all that theyâ??ve been given?

The doorway over on thirty-fourth,
Houses the old begging dwarf,
And the alley behind the old shopping mart,
Is home to a man who lives in his cart.

And the building over on Second Street,
Where the warehouse and the projects meet,
Has more than one hundred orphans there,
Living alone because no one cares.

I walk the streets both near and far,
Full of the people who live in their car,
And the old man who lives in the subway wall,
Knows by heart, which places to crawl.

The man in the hotel says room service is slow,
And throws all his scraps out the window,
And the lady with the children eat the scrapes and the bugs too,
And as the man orders new food, they seem to make do.

All of the people who have no voice here,
Are suddenly found keen upon my ear,
And as everyone else goes to pass them on by,
Even the blind man can see them all cry.

All of the people who have never spoken,
Sleep in the secrecy afraid to be woken,
And the children who hide their everyday fright ,
Are here in the tale of the Sad City night.