A Street Without You
In a busy, crowded street,
I didn’t know I’d meet,
The stranger who could change my life.
Yea, I was a gangster, playing with a knife,
Toying with guns, rough with words,
Sharper than swords,
And you were calmer than a mouse,
But invited me in house,
And cared me above the yourself,
You gave me a bookshelf
And a world full of care,
From an urchin of nowhere,
I have risen so high.
Still now, I look at the sky,
And remember everything you did for me,
Like a burning candle,
You’d been caged but made me free,
You’d given your all,
For me, you fall,
And now is a day when you’re gone.
And I still stare at the streets where once I met you,
Where once we walked together but now I’m lone.
This is actually from the point of view of the main character, Yuma, of a story I am writing now. He is a 16 year old former gangster, thrown out of the gang after attempting to kill a mathematics school teacher when he meets a quiet, studious 16 year old student Kenjirou. It’s a story about sacrifices.