City lights brighten night skies and give brilliance to the strength of steel.
They light the path that bridges imagination and what’s real.
They illuminate the flowing moments give momentum to trains of thought about moments and how we spent them making memories that cannot be bought.
They paint the moon in hues that lovers use stand beneath and swoon, and which to reach we all aspire.
Yeah, those city lights might have lit the night on fire.
They shine a symbol bold, and stark, that man can see beyond the dark.
In a world that seems forever night, I see hope and I see dreams. I see the darkness isn’t quite as forbidding as it seems.
For a moment, I know we’ll be alright.
So I tip my hat and thank thee, my pretty city lights.
