Under City Lights

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

The wind blows right through me.
I shiver from the cold.
Why is this happening to me?
My arms I tightly hold.

The wind cuts

Where did the angels go?

The indian soldiers are laughing
The night-time chess players
Move silently

The guitars play desert

 ladies of the night
are dressed in finest lace
while hiding in the shadows
where they never leave a trace
on barren

Where are our own happy endings?
In the twilight.
Take me from this world, so sightless
Nightlight, alight!

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