we roam the streets

Factories of dreams are now controlled by these one armed men
So you and I now dream the same dream
And we walk the same streets every night
And the street lamps know us
For In groups of 76 we roam the streets
But pretend
For they have promised to keep our secret too.
So we roam the little blind alleys
The lanes now a part of a poor man’s home
And we roam the streets as if in a silent vigil
In groups of 76 we roam the streets
And pretend it’s just a nightly stroll
Pretend we don’t know what the others are doing.
But we dream the same dreams
The same one armed dreams
And wake up on the same foot path
And we go back home and pretend again.
Old beggars sigh with relief and reclaim their space.
And smile for they know our dreams
And the shame the one armed men bring to us every night.