(Inspired by London 1802)
Rise up to the heart that beat on 809 Clinton St.
To the house that gave home to any soul that roamed
In and out of chaos,
Up and Down areas of lost.
These streets know too much of me from you.
Sirens, Street Lights, Concrete Rumbles grow in your rear view.
Rise up to the life that lived in 809 Clinton St.
To the stories it fostered and the love it breathed.
I wonder what happened to the children who played,
Who grew up and grew out, there’s not much else I can say.
There once was a street with a house, that was a home.
Now there’s just a street with drifting memories that touch my heart in the cold.
To walk by is to see a world frozen in time.
Long live the lives whom on 809 Clinton St. would shine.