At the Edge of the City کے بول

At the edge of the city the roofs of broken iron blaze like a diamond crown blessed by the morning sun and these shattered pavements baked in the noonday heat are made a mighty drum by the rhythms of falling feet Bridge hiding in unexpected places resting on the neglected faces the beauty that we seek lies unseen among the meek Chorus remove the mist that covers me so i can see, so i can see shatter the glass that bottles me so i can be, so i can be at the edge of the evening tattered ribbons of lights offer electric garlands up to the fast approaching night and enveloped in darkness the light of a dim neon cross shines brighter than any star against the backdrop of our loss hiding in unexpected places.....