City Life
Trams trundle by, all through the night
Bells jingle every time they stop
The city sounds go on all year round
It would be awkward if they did not
The beeping of car horns, the stepping of feet
It reassures you that life
Goes on, even in the darkest of hours
The world will keep turning tonight
No matter what your day has laid out for you
There is always a constant here
To return home, to sit and listen
To the trams trundle through the night
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