Where does love lay? It is deep in the heart of God for the trouble soul who has no help. For the one on the street who is facing the sting of death. Daily the lives pale away in infinite rhythm as the burial of those who pass on, do so with not even a nod of another human. Left alone, existing in a world of human reminders, yet having no help! Where is love he asks? If there is a God, why is this happening to me? Yet in the towers of the rich, the bottle of champagne is opened once again as the goals of success are met. Toasting to fame and fortune, far away from those below on the streets, who struggle to pass just one day in contentment. Joy is a word and peace is what you would like. A piece of meat, a piece of bread, a nibble of a crusty hamburger, left on the pits of garbage. Anything would suffice today, for you don’t know if tomorrow will come. So they ask, if there is a God, and if he is coming, let him come. For anything would be better than this, even the judgment of God. For if he does exist, his judgment is surely more fair than life has been to me on these streets