The city lights glow in between
Shots of grey and emerald green
But these streets aren't mine any longer
No, I was just meant to wander
Now I'm floating like a butterfly
London still engraved in my mind
And I wonder why I had to leave
The city of everyone
The city of me
I met a girl in London who was so sweet
She said she's never left the city
But it sounds so neat
I told her I'd do anything to just repeat
But it didn't matter anyway
I had to leave
Now I'm flying away in a plane
From the city I love so deeply
And I wonder if anywhere else will ever be enough
But those streets aren't mine to keep
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Metanoia
PuisiMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
