Hunger lay in the streets—
yes, hunger lies in the streets.
New faces, new places
they travel each day
searching for redemption
revival—
Anything!
They’ve fled lands barren of hope,
where dreams once lived and died,
and now
they search again—
for the dream.
yes, hunger lies in the streets.
New faces, new places
they travel each day
searching for redemption
revival—
Anything!
They’ve fled lands barren of hope,
where dreams once lived and died,
and now
they search again—
for the dream.
Still, hunger waits in the street.
Still, hunger waits in the streets.
Onward citizens, onward!
Search for the elusive metal: a nugget—
hope, hope!
Gaunt-eyed children stare,
life receding, hope retreating
there is the hunger.
Gaunt-eyed children stare,
life receding, hope retreating
there is the hunger.
Down at the bank.
Down at the store.
There is hunger.
Down at the store.
There is hunger.
A cry, faint at first,
rises.
rises.
Who could guess the shame they bear
as dreams dissolve in their hands?
as dreams dissolve in their hands?
Stark reality, freedoms tossed
they do what they must to survive.
Ho then congressman! Ho then tax man!
We have no bread, take pity!
They sit, hollowed,
ghosts in chairs.
Breath ceases,
yet their eyes still plead.
Who will give them breath?
Breathe—
sigh—
their children cry
On you we rely!
On you we rely!
But tears fall to stone.
Words drift unheard—
years wasted, fears buried.
Yet still,
the yearning rises.
Bought with the sweat of laborers.
Still searching
for better, for more.
Onward, upward—bless this house.
Stretch forth and cry—
you enemies of my soul!
I fight for the freedom
to sing in the streets.
Generations rose,
never doubting the climb.
They believed
shame was temporary.
Everyone deserves
their moment in the light.
But now—
nameless, faceless, masses—
Stretch forth and cry—
you enemies of my soul!
I fight for the freedom
to sing in the streets.
Generations rose,
never doubting the climb.
They believed
shame was temporary.
Everyone deserves
their moment in the light.
But now—
nameless, faceless, masses—
stand
crying Hallelujah! Let us live!
crying Hallelujah! Let us live!
How do you hold the waters of life
as they slip through your fingers?
Your shelter built.
Your life mapped.
Now—gone.
You wander in hunger,
pleading heaven for redemption,
for all that has vanished—
your fears, your tears,
all of the years—
you worked and bled on the throne:
you worked and bled on the throne:
The throne of deception,
the throne of desire
You gave more,
as your hope climbed higher.
You gave more,
as your hope climbed higher.
You worked. You planned.
But your dreams—
they shattered in the dust,
scattered on the street
where hunger lies in wait.
Hearts stilled by headlines,
buried in madness.
Lies whispered and swallowed:
There’s nothing to fear.
But no one listens.
No one sees
what silence hides.
Yet it lingers—
A presence near—
the reaper watches.
Charon waits,
oar in hand.
Hearts stilled by headlines,
buried in madness.
Lies whispered and swallowed:
There’s nothing to fear.
But no one listens.
No one sees
what silence hides.
Yet it lingers—
A presence near—
the reaper watches.
Charon waits,
oar in hand.
Each fallen stone
from your crumbling world—
unnoticed.
Each step you take in sand—
a mirage.
The walls collapse behind you
as you walk on.
Grasping—
still grasping—
for something real.
And the children cry in the streets.
Yes,
the children cry in the streets.