[Theboss1985]

Born in a small town, where the streets have no names
He said, “Momma, I’m so confused, why does everyone look the same?”
She smiled, looked up and said, “Don’t worry son, you’ll be alright.”
He left but didn’t have too good a feeling, as he headed out into the night.

Walking around, a stranger in his hometown
Looking up to the heavens with his feet on the ground
Everybody is running, but nobody knows what from
Don’t worry, the voice says, "We will overcome."

When the boy turned fifteen, he thought he could make it on his own
Turned his back on what he had and ran away from his home
Never understood what he had or what he could lose
He just turned and ran away, didn’t want to be yesterday's news

Walking around, a stranger in his hometown
Looking up to the heavens with his feet on the ground
Everybody is running, but nobody knows what from
Don’t worry, the voice says, "We will overcome."

The streetlights blinded him as the midnight rain poured down
He looked up to god to pray but the water made him drown
Two women made their way towards him in the cold dark night
He turned to walk away, too young and tired to fight
He felt a hand grab him from behind and spin him around
He tripped and fell and his body crashed to the ground

Walking around, a stranger in his hometown
Looking up to the heavens with his feet on the ground
Everybody is running, but nobody knows what from
Don’t worry, the voice says, "We will overcome."

Boy’s still a runaway, out and on the run
Nothing but a suitcase, guitar and a loaded gun
Each day he tears down the reflection of the boy he used to be
Not realizing the loneliness of being free

Walking around, a stranger in his hometown
Looking up to the heavens with his feet on the ground
Everybody is running, but nobody knows what from
Don’t worry, the voice says, "We will overcome"

Boy got a job and is playing his music in a small little bar
He began to get noticed, him and his old guitar
He met the girl of his dreams and fell in love
A little gift for his success from up above

The boy grew up and became a man
Dedicated a song to his mother, his biggest fan
She knew just what it was from the first strum
It was called, “We Will Overcome.”

Walking around, a hero in his hometown
Looking up to the heavens with his feet still on the ground
Everybody is running and now he knows what from
Don’t worry, he sings, "We will overcome."

[Nupur]

Lovely poem, Boss (is there anything else you'd like me to address you as? Boss feels weird. Lol.) Just a couple of suggestions for edits:

She smiled, looked up and said, “Don’t worry son, you’ll be alright.”

Add a comma there. In my opinion there should be a pause. Punctuation in poetry is purely subjective, but since this is a narrative, I'd strongly advise you to punctuate it.

He left but didn’t have to good a feeling, as he headed out into the night.

That should be 'too'. Also, I'd like you to recheck the comma placement. How about this?

He left, but didn’t have too good a feeling as he headed out into the night.

Don’t worry, the voice says, we will overcome

Add a comma where I've shown.

When the boy turned 15, he thought he could make it on his own

As a general rule, numbers below hundred should be written in words and not as numerals.

He just turned and ran away, didn’t want to be yesterday's news

You missed an apostrophe there.

He turned to walk away, to young and tired to fight

This should be 'too'.

A lot of people face a problem in identifying the correct word. A simple idea is to understand that 'to' is a preposition. 'Too' means 'very' or 'extremely' or 'in addition' and is an adverb.

For example:

I have ten cats and a dog too.

Or,

I had too much to eat.

Hope that helped.

Boy got a job playing his music in a small little bar

This doesn't sound right. Either replace it with 'plays' or 'is playing'.

Boy got a job and is playing his music in a small little bar

Boy got a job and plays his music in a small little bar

Boy got a job playing his music in a small little bar
He began to get noticed, him and his guitar
He met the girl of his dreams and fell in love
A little gift for his success from up above
The boy grew up and became a man
Dedicated a song to his mother, his biggest fan
She knew just what it was from the first strum
It was called, “We Will Overcome.”

Here I suggest keeping to your original idea of four lines per stanza. The thought in the last four lines will do well with a stanza of its own.

Also, there was some repetition, like you've used the same phrase twice. If that worries you, go through it again and correct those parts. Post here if you want me to help you with that. But it's perfectly alright as it is. And that's why I haven't mentioned those parts in my suggestions for edits.

This was absolutely wonderful. I have begun to really admire your poetry, and this is no exception. Wonderfully told tale. I love the repeating stanza. You've used it to the max as a refrain, deeply instilling the thought in my mind.

Each day he tears down the reflection of the boy he used to be

This line is simply beautiful, as are so many others.

Wonderful work.

[Theboss1985]

Thanks for the edits Nupur Grammar is defiantly not my strong suit lol all the help I can get with that is greatly needed.

I've added a new ending to the narrative, let me know what you think.

I was gunna add a couple more stanza's but I think this will do for now.

Thanks again

[Nupur]

I love this ending. It gives the entire tale a great finish by linking it to the beginning.

You still need to work on the comma placement that I suggested in my previous post.

Don’t worry he sings, "we will overcome"

Should be:

Don’t worry, he sings, "We will overcome."

Comma, capitalization and full stop.

Please put the required commas that I pointed out in my previous post.

It's a lovely narrative!

[Theboss1985]

I think I got all the grammar fixed

Thanks again Nupur

[RENA HANDS]

Possibly just say…

where the streets have no name

What about…

She smiled, looked up and replied,

(curious was she holding her son? What was his position that would require her to look up to her son)?

What about…

Stargazing towards the heavens as his feet trekked through the ground

What about…

Every one scurries about, but nobody know what from

What about…

At fifteen the boy thought, he could make it on his own

What about saying…

abandoned his home

What about…

He simply vanished, didn’t want to become yesterday’s news

Repeat…

Everyone scurries about, but nobody know what from

What about…

Ivory streetlights blinded him or Golden streetlights blinded him

Capitalize God.

I think you are using too many words…

What about…

Two women approached him in the freezing, black night

Perhaps give this character a name so you can switch from name to ‘he.’

I would switch…

too young and too tired to fight

Think of another word for tired. Perhaps exhausted.

What about…

A (sudden) or (mysterious) hand grabbed him spinning him around

Also…

His body tripped, smashed (crashed) violently to the ground

Repeat ‘stargazing’ bit.

Is someone speaking…Boy’s still a runaway…

What about…

Everyday his tears stream down, reflecting the boy he used to be

Realizing the loneliness of being free(Not really sure about this one)

What about…

Boy has employment playing his music in a crappy little bar

What about…

His music (playing) received some notice, he and his old guitar

(*Seriously consider giving the character a name).

A very curious poem. It definitely captures the readers’ attention. I shall rate this a 2/5!