On city streets where shadows blend,
A tale of hardship, I extend.
In alleys dark, where dreams have flown,
Lives a soul, often alone.

With weary eyes and heavy heart,
Survival’s dance, a daily art.
No home to call, no bed to lie,
Underneath the open sky.

The bustling crowds just pass him by,
Invisible, a ghostly sigh.
For every step, a price to pay,
In the hustle of another day.

A tattered coat, shoes worn and thin,
Facing storms, both out and in.
The world, a blur of endless need,
Hunger’s pangs, a constant plead.

Yet in his gaze, a spark remains,
A will to rise above the chains.
For hope, though faint, still holds its ground,
In every smile that’s rarely found.

Beneath the stars, a silent vow,
To conquer life, no matter how.
For though the streets are cold and tough,
Within the heart, there’s strength enough.

So here’s to those who brave the night,
Who find their way without a light.
In every step, a story told,
Of courage vast, and spirits bold.