CRY OF THE STREETS
by Joel Vicente
Inspired by the countless faces of people we minister to.
These are the unheard voices of the streets.
The Cry of the Streets
If the streets could speak
What would they cry
I don’t have clothes without a tear
Do not pass me by
The other kids laugh at what I wear
Do not pass me by
I go to sleep hungry and no one shares
Do not pass me by
I wake up starving and no one cares
Do not pass me by
I was abused, just being a boy
Do not pass me by
I believed, to men I was only a toy
Do not pass me by
Why am I getting all the blame
Do not pass me by
My mother smoked and sniffed the same
Do not pass me by
I was molested, so my body I sell
Do not pass me by
My father told me not to tell
Do not pass me by
I was stripped, beaten and left for dead
Do not pass me by
I am homeless and want to be fed
Do not pass me by
I lost my job, I needed to provide
Do not pass me by
I am locked in this prison for me to hide
Do not
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