lillyg2468

Been a while, old friend I’m afraid the news is bleak. See, the streetlights are not shining, and our structures, they are weak. That lightbulb you remember, Still hangs cracked and dim, I’m sorry to disappoint-- for the disarray we’re in… Progress you expected Regression’s all we knew Hesitant to change Though in the backs of minds, it stews Can you really blame us? Repairs are not cheap. Our money, time, our effort, Is carried out in heaps By the robbers who all mock us They say our fate’s decided Our walls, our shops--concave The Town... is in the grave. Been a while, old friend Welcome back to The Town, We’re sorry you’ve wandered in-- Hoped you’d never see us again.