It’s 3 AM, I Must Be Lonely

It’s 3 AM, I must be lonely…..

I’m awakened by the sound of fears

Fighting, screaming, many tears.

Too many lost souls roaming the streets

Searching for their one last treat.

Lost from families, lost from homes

Lost from dreams to call their own.

Refugees, Prostitutes, Destitute Lives

Ones who deep down only want to survive.

What are they doing? Why are they here?

Are questions asked only out of fear.

For they are just people, like you and me

Who’ve lost their way, and need help to see.

(South Tel Aviv)