Shadow Dances II
Her shadow dances like a whisper of reality,
as she stands beneath the light.
The story told in neon,
hidden by cool evening mist.
Cries of lost dreams
and lost souls...
echoes fade and disappear.
Hungry city streets
grip at the innocence,
of the children...
of the dreamer.
Hopes of tomorrow
shatter in the silence...
falling like tears of glass.
And still, her shadow dances like a whisper of reality,
as she stands beneath the light.