Alone In The City-Constanza

Written by: Barbara Gorelick

Down the dark alley the winds mutter Tossing the leavings of another day The skies of winter pose as sullen gray No-one hears the words we utter The tired language of our defeats Hope tumbling down the empty streets Atop the hallowed halls banners flutter Announcing the freedom of a slow death The cold smoke from another breath Youthful dreams drift in the city gutter Along with the sparks of human need On rose memories, bitter tears bleed Down the alley the winds mutter No-one hears the words we utter Atop the hallowed hall banners flutter Youthful dreams drift in the city gutter