Families on the Street

Down on the street, where shadows collide,

Families, strangers, all walking the line.

Boots on the pavement, stories unsaid,

Living and loving in the faces we dread.

Got yours, I got mine, under a picket fence sky,

Unlocking doors, trying not to cry.

Suit and tie, bills on the rise,

Counting the days till the darkness flies.

Lost or fake, we all face the same fate,

In the city’s heartbeat, in the alley’s weight.

No doors, just walls, but we still recall,

When you lock yours, we hear your call.

We're family, made in the streets and scars,

Worn like boots, shining like stars.

Soul’s great, no matter your shoes,

In this weary world, we choose to lose.

Cracks in the pavement, dangling ties,

Bound by lure, truth and lies.

Punk or mod, square or free,

We stand together, just you and me.

No comparison, no need to defy,

In our hearts, we all fly high.

Family in the song, in our bones and soul,

Walking this road, making us whole.