We are the youth of the streets

We are the youth of the streets
We run wild, we run free,
We wish this didn’t have to be; can’t you see
We walk the sidewalks paved with fear
Our eyes are full of anger and hate, sorrow and pain
We do this again and again
We are the forgotten youth of today
And the future of tomorrow
Please stop this sorrow
We are the lost and the confused
Our families don’t want us and the government doesn’t care
Is this fair- what is right, what is wrong?
Where the hell do we belong?
We are the children of the night
We won’t go down without a fight
No genie in a bottle, no magic carpet
No shoes on my feet, it’s funny that way
You can get used to the tears and the pain

– John S, 1992

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