In the aura of the gleaming lights,
And the endless honking of some wheeled charms,
is hidden a voice unruffled,
so violent, yet so calm.
It's a big city, this place right here,
With a hundred people,
and a million tears, in those blackened eyes,
shining bright to the flickering lights,
shadowing darkness in our fears.
There're fights, there're brawls,
Blaming, cursing, hating, we've had it all,
but still at the end of the day,
We begin with a dream,
A nightcall.
I wonder why we judge,
and keep murmuring those words of gore,
if love is all that keeps us sailing,
why not drown before the shore?
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