Young man with tattoo hands

old woman begging on city street,

drunk lying in a gutter,

people you'll never meet

Young woman crying on a cell phone

old man beside a forgotten grave,

Lemmings saying they are different

no one reaches out to save

And I alone on a park bench

think of love far away,

held in the arms of another,

leaving me with little to say

Except I was a fool

as the cold bites my skin,

here on the boulevard of broken dreams,

my soul sheds tears, deep within

Will I ever see you up close

before death kisses my face?

for its you I long to see,

alone with you in your place

Blackness of night crowding me

solitary voice cries in the night,

mixed with the tears of a million others

the boulevard is not a pretty sight