Main Street (Poem)
Up on main street under the city lights
tears fall down your face,
as everyone else enjoys their Friday night.
Time has been hard
and the wind has been pushing you around,
even though you want to stay on the ground.
So, here you are up on main street,
hoping you can find yourself,
even when things are getting too real.
I know times are hard,
but I promise it will get better,
just keep your feet on the ground
as your head searches through the clouds.