Homeless people on every corner,

More and more, each night and morning.

Young girls selling themselves,

No father or mother, either dead, gone, or in jail.

Drugs being sold,

Rape victims stories needing to be told,

How some people could ever live so bold,

Is something I'll honestly never know.

People Dying,

People Crying.

In the streets,

No food to ear.

It seems all the young ones are trying.

To be strong,

But the temptations seem,

To lead to things all wrong.

One day the world will be whole again,

One day, when love will find its way again.