The Cabin Chapbook

 

Streets of Fire 

Wide eyes of children,
Staring, hungry in the dark,
While out on snow-filled streets
Another bullet finds the mark.

And out there in the distance,
You can hear a siren scream,
Another sad lament,
Of another shattered dream.

Take a walk, down streets of fire,
Where too many lives have led.
See the flames grow ever higher,
See the sky a burning red.

In the shadows of your being,
Can you feel a bleeding heart?
Have the pictures you've been seeing,
Like the bullet, found their mark?

Reflections of the streetlights,
Lay in puddles on the ground,
Like a thousand tear filled eyes,
For lives that passed without a sound.

The echoes in the darkness,
Speak of anger and despair,
And the struggle for survival,
Leaves a stench upon the air.

Take a walk, down streets of fire,
Where too may lives have led.
See the flames burn every higher,
See the sky a burning red.

From the corner of your mind,
You feel the spirits of the night.
In the shadows you will find,
The hopes abandoned in the fight.

Streets of fire,
Burn ever higher,
Streets of fire,
Streets of fire.

back Index next