Empty street
Shuffling feet on the cracks in the pavement
Abandoned stores
Graffiti walls screaming statements
That sound as hollow as the promises i made
All that's left is a hole in my feelings
I was wrong
Garbage can
Homeless man in a city that is bleeding
Rusty van
Hopeless man lost and needing
A plastic bag is dancing on the summer wind
Blowing ice cold through the hole in my being
I was wrong
Shadows growing taller in the setting sun
Fading light
Restless nights staring at the ceiling
Was I wrong?