Farewell, gloomy city of dust, my despair draped in grey,
Your bowels of hopeless dreams have led great minds astray.
In your curses of dubious happiness have soulful peace taken.
In your illusions of comfort have many slept, never woken.
And for what have we many foes but no friends?
All for wealth is just numbers that never will end.
Look beyond your heap of dust, the sky breathes fire
Stolen kisses from crimson sun, take a moment to admire.
Days and nights, the seasons change, sweat to cold chill.
And every passing day, dreary, euphoric, has its own thrill.
The morning plays a blissful song, the sun rises anew
And the dawn shines diamonds in bosoms of the dew.
I hang my boots outside this gloomy city of gray.
When life ever goes askew? My vagabond sails free today