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As I navigate these streets.
Sometimes the thought comes to mind,
If man would take the time,
To have no soul left behind,…
So much empty space,
Man builds’ in waste,
For one day it all will be swept away,
That’s what the LORD’S word say,
There will be questions about one’s homes,
And those who were left all alone,
To wonder—In these streets’,
Some with no food to eat,
A child by their side,
The young and the old left to die,
On these concrete streets’,
And the lonely who pat their feet,
Days and Nights these streets are my life,
I always long to see,
Someone happy saying to me,
Good Morning! As they walk these streets’.