Out of respect I write, morning noon
And night about all these things in life,
That pass my eyes I see events everyday,
From June to May, about all those people
That walk through the night and the day,
Searching for their place that they should
Be in their lives to be near the well of their desires
That they need to feel while they walk the
Streets they seek a place to rest their heads
So they don’t think of all the dread or the
Indifference everyone has as they make
Everything last, while their dreams go unnoticed
Every night and in the past if it’s near their
Sight they will never walk the streets at
Night and they will cherish the day so they
Will always pray and never stay in the parks
And yards as they do today.