Street is a brutal place, all we do is pass. But if you stay a little longer by the corner you see the lives and the faces you don't usually notice by just passing. You will find, Lost, Damaged, devastated, tired Souls, from the street cats to the man with a flower bouquet in his hand.
The soul is protected by bones flesh, skin. But there are some loopholes there. The most common one is the eyes. But there are other ways to see it, the bone and the flesh are sometimes nothing more than a glass for the spirit.