2Fourth and fifth of January 2007
In the City of Bright Lights
The walls are colorfully colored
A layer of happiness on inviting homes
Near the markets
The children are smiling warmly
They are friends who will want to play with you
Near the pub
The men are singing and dancing
They are thespians who will want you to join them
Near the inn
The women are beautiful and feminine
They are mothers who will care for their families
On the street corner
A delicate flower has talent
And will rise to the heights of stardom
In the City of Bright Lights
The walls are grimly gray
A layer of paint on decaying homes
Near the markets
The children are smirking ominously
They are pickpockets who will try to rob you
Near the pub
The men are shouting and fighting
They are absinthe drinkers who will drag you down with them
Near the inn
The women are garish and rude
They are courtesans who will try to sleep with you
On the street corner
The delicate has cancer
And will lie in an unnamed tomb
And nothing will end this masquerade
In the City of Bright Lights