haunted faces. useless lives. bright lights. waking nights. some kind of home. no place to go. starving hearts and bodies all over this town. moral isn’t touched. affection is blind. locked up in suitcases passing by. moral isn’t touched. affection. blind. locked up in suitcases passing by. dignity is wasted on every sidewalk. youth never existed. just scars and dull dreams. youth never existed. no story. no voice. just the manifestation of our human wrong. lets make it heard. out of poverty, poetry. out of suffering, song.