Footsteps around me of faces unknown
Misdeeds and cries for which one can't atone
Avoiding the street lights, here's where I roam
Oh this is my city; this is my home.
Here are the pubs, the cars and the diners
Here are the kiosks who sell smokes to minors
Here's the monument to beloved troops
Honored forever by young drunken groups.
Here is the library where no one goes
Here is the center for arts no one knows
Next to the chess boards, where old people go
To speak of the times that died long ago.
Homeless on sidewalks, begging for your change
What could change here where hope is out of range?
Streets giving home to all colors and shapes
Here are the fights, the stabbings and the rapes.
Footsteps around me of faces obscene
What could I do besides staying unseen?
This is my hometown that I couldn't save
Oh this is my city; this is my grave.
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.