by: Sarah
Please come walk with
Me.
Walk these streets, of sadness and despair.
Act as though you care.
Please come see this mother giving her soul for another blow.
Don’t judge too harshly, the child you see: now a soldier of the streets.
Making his way, a life he knows only from his reality.
Please come see, how no one cares; they only point and stare.
Please come see, there is more to what the eye meets.
Please, walk with me, or rather judge me…
Walk with me; learn something.
Real life is struggling.
Reality becomes humbling.