I dreamt her painted in crimson,
morning sun blazing in her glory,
maple leaves flaming in her mountain.;
I span a bright crystal ball,
light traversed each corner,
peace resided in my vision.
But she, a proud city,
shattered by violence;
Crimson turns to bloody scenes,
railed with horrible yellow ribbons.
Her slim sharp buildings stand in silence,
as candles gleaming in mourning.
The grey sky is an encaged shell,
crowds huddle inside, weeping.
She, the city I live in,
is immersed in cold reminiscence.
The echoes roll from her thunders
call for the coming justice.
I want to weave the threads of hope
to mend her scattered seams;
I want to plow the shadows of soul
to trim her stained gardens.
Let love seeds grow deep,
let conscience fountains prime in rich,
I want to see the day of her glory,
booming as an immense blossom.
morning sun blazing in her glory,
maple leaves flaming in her mountain.;
I span a bright crystal ball,
light traversed each corner,
peace resided in my vision.
But she, a proud city,
shattered by violence;
Crimson turns to bloody scenes,
railed with horrible yellow ribbons.
Her slim sharp buildings stand in silence,
as candles gleaming in mourning.
The grey sky is an encaged shell,
crowds huddle inside, weeping.
She, the city I live in,
is immersed in cold reminiscence.
The echoes roll from her thunders
call for the coming justice.
I want to weave the threads of hope
to mend her scattered seams;
I want to plow the shadows of soul
to trim her stained gardens.
Let love seeds grow deep,
let conscience fountains prime in rich,
I want to see the day of her glory,
booming as an immense blossom.