If there is a place where the sun still rises

from shadows' depth and darkness' coil

and paints the sky a pastel pink;

I wish to see it at least once in my worthless life.

I hunt for the place where the skies aren't always grey

and birds could still sing the songs the old.

My body hungers to feel the wind blow through my hair

and feel the sun kiss my ivory skin.

I long to close my eyes under the light of the moon

and recall a time when we were all still free.

But I know I will never leave this city

and I will never leave this life.

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