Wishing..

Weather is be nighfall

Or weather it be daylight

People are always roaming the streets

They may be up to no good

Or they may just be out past dark

Because they feel like it

Their reason it their own

And it shall stay their own

Lost or found

Loved or unloved

Depressed or unhappy

They wonder the streets

Some trying to find theirself

Or some already knowing their lost

Felling feeling the cool winds

Upon their cool skin

Sends shivers down their spine

But they just keep walking

Wishing to be found

Wishing to be loved

And wishing to be happy