oh my city…
where I dared to dream
where my children were born
and the fire now rages,
ragged and forlorn,
from the foothills
to the sea
the black smoke bellows
and the embers burn,
dreams reduced to rubble
ash caked men,
taking turns,
bravely fighting flames
as the hot winds
stir and burn,
oh my city of dreams,
angels refuse
to burn in hell,
you will rise,
you will rebuild,
and the cloak of soot
will be wiped away
forever,
from your tear stained face,
oh angels who dare
to dream,
I hold you now,
like you once held me,
may you be
saturated
with rivers of love,
and grace,
oh my city…