When the shadows grow long and my shaking hands weary,
I look to the melancholy sky.
Shifting so slightly, And drifting lightly into the arms of night.
Day flickers and fades As streetlights ignite,
To haunt the pavement with their tepid glow.
Alone in the dark with nothing but echos and and embers,
I shrink deeply within my soul.
Desolate and old, cracked and cold, the streets always feel like home.
I look to the melancholy sky.
Shifting so slightly, And drifting lightly into the arms of night.
Day flickers and fades As streetlights ignite,
To haunt the pavement with their tepid glow.
Alone in the dark with nothing but echos and and embers,
I shrink deeply within my soul.
Desolate and old, cracked and cold, the streets always feel like home.
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