Dreams Don't Float

If streets could talk, our streets would cry
With lonely walks and scraping by
Of cold and hunger garbage bins
Still no room to take us in

Of broken homes and broken dreams
Of broken bones and silent screams
There’s no place left to cast our vote
The bay is calling and dreams don’t float

Yesterday’s child at school or play
Never saw themselves this way
They always thought that someone cared
Now they’re tired and cold and scared

Our leader tells us things are great
He eats his meal we lick his plate
He doesn’t seem to realize
One will live while another one dies

Long lost hope and abandoned goals
You think about the hungry souls
You think about the coming storm
A cardboard home to keep you warm

Dignity hope and self-respect
Can leave you when you least expect
Someone close may leave the boat
The bay is calling and dreams don’t float

Things don’t have to be this way
If we speak up for a better day
We can help to make things better
If we use our voice or pen a letter

We’re not alone in this battered boat
The bay is calling and dreams don’t float

Dan Blix