Verse 1
In San Francisco's foggy light,
A charity was born to fight
For every soul without a home,
For those who slept on streets alone.
But behind the mission's gentle name,
A CEO was playing games,
One point two million, dollar by dollar,
Public funds beneath her collar.
Chorus
Stolen from the streets,
Money meant for those in need,
Nine felonies they read aloud,
While the homeless brave the cold.
Promises that turned to greed,
Broken trust, a bitter seed,
The ones who needed shelter most
Were robbed by someone they trusted close.
Verse 2
She was the one they called to lead,
Homeless services, a noble deed,
The former CEO now stands accused,
Of every public dollar she misused.
Prosecutors say she stole the funds,
Meant to help the desperate ones,
Keep them off the streets, they said,
But the money lined her pockets instead.
Chorus
Stolen from the streets,
Money meant for those in need,
Nine felonies they read aloud,
While the homeless brave the cold.
Promises that turned to greed,
Broken trust, a bitter seed,
The ones who needed shelter most
Were robbed by someone they trusted close.
Verse 3
Nine felony charges, heavy weight,
A courtroom reckoning awaits,
A city that already bleeds
For answers to its people's needs.
San Francisco asks tonight,
Who was watching? Was this right?
A million-two just disappeared
While the vulnerable disappeared in fear.
Bridge
How do you sleep beneath a roof
Built on someone else's truth?
Every dollar was a hand
Reaching out across this land.
Now the charges have been read,
And the shelters sit unfed,
May justice find its way back home
To the ones still on their own.
Chorus
Stolen from the streets,
Money meant for those in need,
Nine felonies they read aloud,
While the homeless brave the cold.
Promises that turned to greed,
Broken trust, a bitter seed,
The ones who needed shelter most
Were robbed by someone they trusted close.
Inspired by real events. Names, details, and narrative may be fictionalized.