Before I wrote Song of the Streets, I found myself walking through the city in those first quiet moments of morning, before the sun had fully risen, before traffic found its rhythm, before the machinery of another working day had reached full voice. And as I walked, something began to shift inside me. What first looked like an ordinary morning slowly became something far deeper. I began to see the men unloading trucks, the clerks behind their registers, the young baristas serving coffee, the nurses and doctors fighting for one more breath, the young couples stepping into an unknown future, and even those who had fallen into the shadows of addiction or heartbreak. Yet beneath all their different stories, I felt something ancient... something sacred... moving through them all. In that moment, this old soldier’s heart remembered something the soul has always known: We were never strangers. We were never truly separate. We were always one family, walking each other home. Out of that morning came this song, Song of the Streets, a neo-folk prayer for the forgotten, the faithful, the wounded, the hopeful... and for the Love that still walks among us, waiting for us to see it.