The Life of the City
It was the twinkling lights of the city,
That gave me so much spiritual delight,
Citizens would turn them on in freewill,
And there would be a luxurious shine,
That belonged to them and belonged to me.
Hundreds of them glowed romantically.
Candle on table, romantically
Dimming the low shadows of the city.
A prosperous future is what found me,
So I can enjoy all sorts of delight,
That these places afford in their freewill;
Utilise these advantages and shine.
How this place has command of my freewill,
Friendships I look for, romantically,
How my land thus gives me glories to shine,
Learn the incredibles of this city,
How nobles performed in mighty delight -
And eventually all their strife found me.
This city will be introduced to me;
All of the great ones in their own freewill.
When there will be so much more to delight
Me completely and romantically;
And all of the lights that glory my city,
That wants to give it its infinite shine.
The lights will never burn out, but will shine,
And immerse its entire beauty with me;
I will always hold on to this city,
Never give away its burning freewill.
The glow still calls to me romantically
And every day more and more to delight.
One day in future the world will delight,
As I teach them that all its glories shine;
They'll stay with us all romantically,
In all of our minds, and private with me.
Casts upon ourselves the light of freewill,
Always inherent within this city.
Much to delight that know this our city;
People to shine and glow in their freewill,
And romantically bestow gifts on me.