Parisian Sun - Light This City

Sun shines pale through window

Through the ghosts that dim this town

Arms that hold you burn off like fog in the heat of the sun

Do not mistake them for flesh and blood

This girl never laughs and she does not cry

For we all beam with hope for our children’s bright futures

Inoculating them for fictitious diseases

While we ignore dismal today’s gray city slums

This girl wears red to stand out from the smog of her city

While sun shines pale through the window

She wants to be civilized

Laugh gray eyes cry

For she will spread a new disease

But don’t expect to see it’s victims in the news

For the news always has something to say