The Concrete Jungle


Dirty old river
Graveyard of dreams
Drowning in sin
Though the faithful believe
Rooftops stand smoking
In dark twilight times
Home fires burning
Through dim candlelight
Cold sunset sinking
We watch from afar
Sail with me stranger
For tonight’s who we are.

Reah Roberts ©2009


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