I sit alone in the pale gaze of the skyline
bathed in a sadness I am accustomed
My dreams are passing by slowly
and those who were close to me
I now only remember

I spend my nights in the glimmer
of many passing streetlights
It's the embrace of another world
that exists far beyond the sunset
to keeps me from wasting away here

Is this life or just a lost cause?
When anger becomes doubt
what is left to contemplate?
In the lonely rows of empty skyscrapers
lies so many lost souls waiting for recognition

The End

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