Ghosttown

The streets tangle endlessly, lined with golden lights for miles all under a smog filled sky Stars seem nonexistent, but are simply hiding from the chaos of a sleepless city Cars drive day and night, with nowhere to go People wander night and day with not a soul to know Inhale, and you will feel the vapors of broken dreams fill your lungs Exhale, and traces of hope start to fill your heart but the intense heat on my skin is forever constant We dream of leaving one day, never to return But who will remember the city once the memories are burned away? Who will sing the songs of its history, and history to be? Who will see the golden lights and say "This is home to me?" The city will be left for the dust and wind to befriend the cobwebs and spiders who make them will sing of its name again The wind will sing songs of its history, and history to be The coyotes will howl at moons and stars they dont see a cold and chilling sound of a city never home to me