I'm still out here
The blocks and streets of Woodlands
Way after the Sun had set
In the long hours of silence
I'm still out here
When there's no one else in sight
Just an orange tint to the streets
Illuminated by the streetlights
I'm still out here
When there are no cars on the roads
Not a bird in the dark starless sky
And the shops are all closed
I'm still out here
And my mind wanders with my feet
Am I a child of the night
Or am I a child of the streets?
I'm still out here
I swear I'm becoming streetwise
I'm staying up all night
Like I'm trying to catch the sunrise
2017
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