Writing

Street Fighters

It was a true friend, who gave me his bed,
on the floor, rested his tired head.
It was a true friend, who bought me a bread,
so that I didn't have to go hungry.

It was a true friend, which said,
with you, I share everything I have.
I give from my heart, because I live the same way,
with no one to ask for, and nowhere to stay.

Just listening to that voice inside,
with nothing to lose and nothing to hide.

It was a true friend, who bought me a pair of shoes,
a true friend, for me to give up his so much-needed booze.
So I didn´t had to walk barefoot,
on my street gravel good mood.

It was a true friend who invited me in,
invited me to stay with him and see what life would bring.
Street Fighters, was our favorite name,
like a big family, together in the same game.

The queen of the beach that´s what you are,
our princes of the street, so wide so far.
All parts of me, living deep in my heart,
your mirrors of life, don´t keep them apart.

Give them all your Love, they work so hard.

Tenerife, 18.01.2018