by Melissa Park

Created on: January 09, 2009

Under City Lights

My heart thrives under city lights,
My dreams are born on city nights,
I am a child of the golden street lamps,
I am a child of the city.

When I see the midnight people, walking by,
Or the silver moon, ridiing high
I know I am where I long to be
I know I belong in the city.

Diamonds are glittering on my fingers,
When the sound of midnight softly lingers,
It seems like nothing ever sleeps!
When I am awake in the city.

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