Streets

Tonight alone in the streets
Coming back from some stranger house
I felt a little at ease
A lil bit like if it was my own house
They been raising me , teaching me all that i know
They saw me crying , laughing and so much more
I slept outside way much more than once
when i was running from my family
they were there to welcome me
Paris
Amsterdam
london
New york
Fes
and tonight is the first night that i can say i took a taste of Montreal's street
For the first time i feel like they spoke to me
or maybe I couldn't hear them before
Does the sound of the bombs dropped in the last war made me deaf ?
I did felt a little at home
Those streets
Hard rocks streets
i spent my life in them
I never felt as free as when i was walking down these streets without nowhere to go
To fall asleep in a bus
waking up some hours later in a bus depot
Being in the middle of nowhere looking at the highway from a bridge
I still remember that feeling
That was war already
I just was a victim of it i wasnt part of it
I wasnt a soldier...
The soldier is hurt , is doubting , but he got to fight for tomorrow , today is sad and heavy , maybe he should fight differently , and speak more often to those streets...