The black moody sky lay silent
the only light,
coming from dim flickering street lights
The streets are full of died away foot steps
which used to be full of life and color

Life of the human face
Color within every single unique fingertip passing by

Foot prints engraved on the sidewalk
from the diverse shoe patterns
caressing each grey cement block

The loud voices,
Worried voices
Desperate voices

All the voices trailed off into the silent night,
Which hols such peace and tranquility.
The black moody sky looks down,
At the street I used to call home