Drowning in Dreams Under Bridges

In the shadows, where the cold winds blow. Old souls wander with nowhere to

go. Dreams of a home, now just a goal.

With every step, they fade like smoke. With cardboard for a blanket,

and hope just out of reach. They gather around the fire, where the flames

no longer teach. The echoes of their laughter now a distant, fading sound.

As the world keeps on turning, leaving dreams underground. Chorus under the bridges,

where the homelessness roams. Hunger and sorrow, they call it home.

With every heartbeat, the silent screams. Oh, can't you hear us?