A street junkie, lost and alone
His mind consumed by drugs unknown
His eyes once bright, now dull and glazed
His hopes and dreams, now all erased
His life a puzzle, shattered and broken
His heart, an ember no longer glowing
In alleys and streets, he roams in despair
With no one to love, no one to care
The world looks down on him with disdain
As if he were a thing to be restrained
But none can fathom the pain he endures
Or the depths of his soul, which none assures
He once had a family, a home and a life
But now his existence withers like a dried up leaf
In the darkness, he seeks refuge from his plight
With no hope of a dawn, just the perpetual night
Oh, street junkie, my heart weeps for thee
May your wounds heal, and may you be set free
From the chains of addiction and the coldness of the world
May you find peace and love, like a banner unfurled.
