The pretty city lights and her well-kept secrets,
lurking between the streets,
those untold, unsaid and vastly unknown.
Glancing out the balcony,
I stand, I stare.
The lady that earns by selling her body,
the family that's off for dinner,
the car that just parked, ready to meet a friend.
The men that look for her, haunted and hungry,
the parents, proud of their well-fed kids,
the kindled hearts in reuniting with an old friend.
The blend, the mixture, the joy, the tragedy...
Oh, in this pretty city lights,
I've seen her heights, I've seen her gaping void.
Reach our tragic depths,
reach our rapturous heights.
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