Cold walls, locked doors
Crimes committed
Tears, hateful words
So much loneliness
Drugs, addictions
Children without their mothers
Absent fathers
No money, rent due
People lie, some die
No life, desperation
Dreams gone
Urgency, feeling lost
Sad, worlds apart
Hungry, thirsty
Nowhere to turn
All of my life
I thought I knew the way
I obviously was wrong
Down and out
Bitter and alone
Please, God—
I can’t make it
Through this life
On my own