A shivering hand around a teacup begging for some money
A mayor supports a law to put people away the noise of the wind plaing with some old papers and empty beer cans someone has thrown away
At the clock the numbers are changing and so are the faces filling the streets each day
Not far from here trains are leaving for train stations somewhere
Yet a part of us remains back
Breathe in some life and the smell of wet spray paint affected by some old photos I've found
I tried to fool time but time it seems is fooling me after all as I grew up I kept questioning it all like when I was a boy
At the clock the numbers are changing and so are the faces filling the streets each day
I watch their parades on the streets and the places
I watch them with interest day by day
I watched their parades as I'd walk along with them to help make this city a place worth living in