The streets are loud with silent screams Beneath the moonless night. They glisten with a million tears Below the cold street lights. We quickly find our way back home Escaping to our dreams. And leave the streets abandoned To the reapers of our schemes. We find our welcome comfort In the warmth of walls we build To shelter us from all our fears, A brick and mortar shield. Surrounded by our peace of mind, We lock ourselves inside. And live our soft realities We worked so hard to find. But just outside the boundary Of our ivory tower life, A serpent from the garden Pulls a long and jagged knife. He holds it close against the throat Of a child who went astray, And wandered from the shelter To become a runaway. His blood flows swift and sure To form a puddle at his feet, And then he dies a lonely death A victim of the street. A block away a mother screams In pain of giving birth, She knows she'll never finish school Or find her sense of worth. Her baby cries in protest of The life he'll have to live. He'll grow to hate to world he knows With little love to give. And down the street the sirens scream In perfect harmony. A desperate race to save a life From drive by destiny. Not far away a homeless man Lies quietly down to sleep. His bed a filthy alleyway Where no one sees him weep. His sole possessions by his side He dreams of distant hope. A ship that sails beyond his reach, But still he learns to cope. And somewhere in the distance Bullets streak across the sky, To find their fatal target As another dealer dies. His life was lived beneath the shame Of all the lives he trashed, And ended as he turned his back To count his sacred cash. We'll hear it on the morning news, Another fateful night. Much like the ones that came before Forgotten, out of sight. Tomorrow's yet another day Beyond the silent screams. The streets will look much brighter Than the darkness makes them seem. But in the shadows of our mind We feel a sense of pain, And wonder if the lives we lost Are worth the life we gain.