Times have changed since I left home
Wondering why I find myself so all alone
Trials and tribulations along the way
I know it’s time … I must pray.
As I walk up the church steps
I can hear the choir singing
“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.”
For skid row is not a pleasant place to be
Hustlin’, money, and cars, run free
Running for your life is the streets’ decree.
Stop, I can hardly breathe.
As the sirens pass me by
Another one laid to die
at the hands of the gun
And yes, that was her only son.
A young sixteen-year-old handcuffed
No friend to trust … tears streaming down her face
Lord knows I was touched .. down on my knees I fall.
As I give heed to the altar call.
It’s a blessing to be alive….
No envy, nor strife…
To the streets I owe that much
But to God… I give my life!
Don Gardner is an artist and vendor with Street Sense.
