The city lights blink off and on,
in the darkness of the night.
Through the summer heat, there is a breeze,
and it feels, as though it's right.

Stars shine so very high above,
in a sky that's black and clear.
There's a distant sound of sirens,
that brings back, a childhood fear.

As I sit on the steps, to this old house,
I wonder about it's past.
How many people have lived here?
And am I going to be the last?

The children have been put to bed,
now the house has settled down.
Our screen door is starting to squeak,
and I know my wife is around.

She asks me if I am coming in,
and she asks if I feel alright?
I tell her that I feel fine,
then I get up and hug her tight.

As I turn to walk in the house,
I look at the city once more.
Everything is different now,
then what I saw before.