I walked by the street the street leading to the house from the highway, it leads home The poverty I see. The people I see The road I see, the businesses I see The children I see, The old people I see The darkness I see A picture I'll love to take The attention I do not need I try to cry, I cannot As I see more, I cannot but wonder Just a bridge separates the darkness from light I'm lucky to stay where the light is But I pass through the darkness to get to the light I started noticing yesterday, The people and all The faces of the children as they play Their smiles show no worries despited their state no thouguht of what their environment poses I smile. Then the sadness return as I see the elderly.