Campfire Chronicles

Oh, the MidCity Marauders, we roam Hands tight as kin, in this world we call home Shared joys and sorrows under the city's dome Raised each other's young in the streets we comb Laughter echoes, yeah, through the alleys wide In the heart of the town, where our secrets hide Oh, the years slip by like a silent tide Through struggles and triumphs, side by side Hard times hit like a thundercloud's rage But we found our smiles upon life's stage In the crackle of a fire, we shared our dreams In the heart of the night, we stitched our seams We've seen the summer sunsets fade to gray Their laughter in the parks where the children play Through years engraved in the lines of our faces Memories mapped like the city's worn spaces Couplets and verses to songs we would write Spun from the threads of the day and the night Now the MidCity Marauders, we stand tall With tales of us in the graffiti on the wall Watching seasons change, from green to fall Around campfires, together we recall Heartache's visit, yet never stayed long In the chorus we found solace, a communal song