What do I care what a street is called...
As long as it's clean to walk and ride,
Has greenery etched on its sides,
Has houses that are homes with people who love and care,
And have enough to have their fill and share.

What do I care what a street is called...
As long as it has sounds of laughter and fun from young and old alike,
And not protestors forced to fight for their rights.

What do I care what a street is called...
As long as the lampposts light the way,
As long as hearts and minds are not astray,
And people give each other leeway,
To keep shining another day.

Why argue, why fight...
To label something that doesn't mind,
And is just a way to move around,
To help us find our ground.

Does the street care who walks it's cobbled or paved path?
Different directions, different destinations, in sync with all treading the same path.

A street has memories because of the things and people it resides, and the name is just a way to simplify our lives.