These Same Streets
It is all lost now, and forgotten,
we still walk the same streets,
but it is no longer the same.
It is all over, and deep down
we begin to know it.
We have lost and can taste
the sourness of our defeat.
We walk these streets now
only to walk away from then
and all it promised us of lives
that would go far beyond
these narrow empty streets
and out into a world waiting
ready to take us by the hand
and lead us to places far beyond
all these shabby streets can show.
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