City of Song and Sorrow

Peace be to the hallow streets of Song
Where children played, and music danced
The home where our hearts sang along.
As throughout the streets Revelars pranced

A city with no right or wrong
and only grand mothers took a second glance
Tall tales where told when the night where long
And young lovers hearts seek romance.

Streets and Barterers haggled on
Hippies protest to take a stance
Where blue notes whisper, a heart felt prong
Sorrow sung twists your mind, Deep in trance

As life burst through you like a religious song.
Your feet dance in a patterned advance
Blue notes pour forth from eyes lifelong
The old man's pain, strikes like a shattered lance.

Look down to your feet, you mighty throng
Look down your soul, its dark expance.
For now sleeps the City of Song
Black water rolls where we once danced.

Dark sorrow fills me this time it is wrong
No music plays, no children prance.
Death lay close, in the City Of Song.
Who then should take the stance.

All hearts cry out for, The City Of Song.
The Big Easy sinks as lies Advance.