Songs of Your City Sorrow, Despair, and Hope
To you this city’s a dreary blank So full of life yet so dead High strung energies are sank All blissful hopes gone and fled
The harbour once smiling to your view Shewed scenes of endless bliss and joy From your eyes the beauties withdrew Oh how the city’s realm and pleasures cloy
You look around with a fearful eye Seeking to converse with mankind Not one pigeon cares to come by None to soothe you with a kindred mind
The stranger’s wistful eye no object meets Nor cares to ken a friendy glance With silent grief he sinks into the cold seats Fixed, as in a deathlike trance
Feet dragging a dull and lengthened pace Windblown dust accumulates like mildew Surrounded by urbanity’s embrace Presents shadow to a sightless view
You begin to wonder if you are the same Each so consumed by the present hour The difference lies but in the name Drained of life like a drooping flower
Looking on all this city bestows The pride and pomp of power Exploited best for pageant shows Which vanish in an hour
Amongst the city’s bleakest display Like charcoal coloured clouds in stormy sky Fiercely vivid shadows come to play Smothered in darkness, people stand by
And when all hope for your city had fled The reflected rays of sunbeam’s glow Glistens in the spectacle which was once dead Gentle breezes brush against your troubled brow
Like sweet refreshment to the soul In softer views devouring distant hours Awakening treasures mundane life stole Your city blossoms like the spring’s bright flowers