A noose hung high,
For the man lost of mind -
The town gathered round'
For the hanging tree mound
With shouts
With stones
With condemnation
To an innocent man bound;
A burning avatar yield,
Dead - by word of town.

Dance with me;
Under this moonlight -
A song hangs prosy,
Through the January air ~

Give me your heart,
Send it to the angels -
Ut benedicta cor meum
Ut novus dominus est scriptor;
Up into the air,
Of our divine night

There's no poem to describe,
Death on a Christmas Night -
Amidst the stars of the city,
The toys idle in their shops,
The delicate carols of the streets;
The joyous circle of family -
It would be the happiest season,
If tonight;

I finally entered the light.

The eyes of Times Square stared in wonder,
To a New World just yonder -
A World of Hope,
A World of Love,
A World of Faith;

Yet all I see;
Is despair - repetition
Like a song,
Forever on repeat ''

Rivers of wonder,
Nights of yonder,
Lights of delight;
And - your eyes - forever somber

Play your violin!
Play it again -
Through our city streets
Through the eyes of wonder,
In the luminous windows -
Of people in our road -
Where hearts finally meet;

Upon our Road to Joy.