Skeleton

Here's a street paved with songs and a million ballads to hail- when the sun dies down and the moon rises once more when the stars shine brighter than they ever had before I would tell my children that but for a passing word would I have passed away. Here's a street paved with gold, all dreams lead to Rome- like clockwork, come the rush of trains and the rattling of the tracks; dust falls with frightening intensity. Here's a street paved with what might as well be gold; love is a precious jewel to treasure and with which to prosper- I once knew a little man with little dreams but a big heart who charmed his way to happiness, for although that happiness was a small fishing boat sailing through the seas he was happier than many of those men who live only for success. Here's a drink to the satisfied men boys be boys whilst the girls grow up and while men are told to chase their dreams women are told to bottle them up as if on this silver shining road my sister's happiness was less than a passing thought to discard.