where the winds of power blow,
I venture forth,
into what I do not know.
The buildings rise, evening falls,
streets hum as daylight fades.
Another day ends and the nightlife calls.
Shadows form and play in the...
Chicago nights
where city lights
give halo glow
to tear-filled plights.
Walk the streets of this city that thrives,
beauty is a veil, truth lies in its tear.
Underneath is not so alive, with
The Unveiled, The Ignored and their despair.
I saw her sitting by the dumpster,
her legs crossed, her sagging head,
her spirit dying,
if not dead.
Chicago nights
where city lights
give halo glow
to tear-filled plights.
To this day I hear her sigh;
her image haunts my own mind's eye.
When the city calls, I think of her
and I wonder...
Is she alive
Is she dead
Is she alone
How long will she weep inside my head?
Chicago nights
where city lights
give halo glow
to tear-filled plights.
I see her image by the dumpster still,
but I will never know her name.
Would it matter if I knew?
Would it alleviate the pain?
I never saw her eyes.
But I pray my song give voice to her cries,
while the city's beauty begs me
to ignore her and her lies.
Chicago nights
where city lights
give halo glow
to tear-filled plights.