Out on the streets in the hours of night,
prepeared to protest and enjoy a fight.
Alcohol taken towards a grey dawn,
to help and guide feeling so forlorn.
Which is the path for a calm stroll?
plus find the route to a far away goal.
A turn to the left or maybe right,
it always ends as such a rough fight.
Time passes by and frustration shows,
trouble occurs one certainly knows.
Signs of violence on diplay,
shown by others loosing their way.
Fights break out and action grows,
blows from the fist and pulling of clothes.
Anger builds and language too,
causing a problem to find a way through.
Bottles thrown across the way,
aimed at a target there for play.
The patch of land a point to see,
with broken glass and graffiti.
A call for police and first aid,
as more of the crowd join the raid.
Accident or emergency,
becomes a common call or plea.
Yet more of bottles with alcohol,
whilst roaming along on the dole.
Reaching the corner of a certain street,
plus a force of attraction there to greet.
A church stands there with the sign,
inviting folk to partake of the wine.
Welcomed by the sign of light,
it overtook the thought of night.
Entering through the open door,
and met by life so calm to explore.
Invited there by such a glow,
the way was found for all to know.
There was a way to emerge and see,
certainly no accident to me.
Together with the Spirit too,
the One thats carefully aimed at you!