My urban legend

Unfair the hand that rocks the butt of a coyote disguised as a lamb, a friend of the street waiting for a hand from an invisible friend full of brave words, a hostile environment of urban madness, where the freedom of a pigeon to fly, but without a nest where to get.

Nobody knows what I see with my shadow eyes, how the street moves away from the human without a fire soul, only ashes of yesterday cover the wind on my way, I implore to have a helping hand, to listen under the shadow from my eyes, soft words, bitter words always describe my story when the sun and the moon rise on this street of lust.