I am waiting by a dark alley In the Village that promised me, Sally - A lamp flickers far off the north end, Walking am I for months to make my ascent.
The roads riddled with *** holes and bends, Towards that golden hue end; Is this an urban mirage I see - Am I close now to feel thee?
So many questions of anguish, burst my heart; Yet stoic I stand in my rundown heels with dirt, Tears run down as my head hits my pillow, I know not yet If the universe conspires to fall in love with me.