City of Dreams

When they drove me away from 

The city of my dreams

I saw an eagle 

High up in the sky

I will come back I thought

When I am older

When I understand the world 

A little more

When I did go back 

The sun had faded 

The gunshots 

Peppered the horizon 

And I still did not understand 

My feet sank into the snow

Almost the wet cement

Watch out they shouted

But I was miles away

Dreaming 

Always wishing to be

Somewhere else

Now we are stuck

In a small town with hills

Not like the cathedral spires

We came from 

Where the sun set

Like peaches 

And we walked around the walls 

Perhaps we don't dream any more

Not of moving

We are old 

And we understand 

That life will be the same 

In any place

That feels kind of sad

She whispers

But it is true Little Cricket

We are 

Where we are

And that should be enough 

We still look out of windows 

They wash away 

The bad dreams 

And reflect all the good.