in the city i was born
beside the center of town
there’s an old cultural house
a theatre, a bar and a lounge,
all in one
with shining lights,
it greets you,
almost immersive,
with “royal”
written in cursive

welcome in
to the place where i’ve danced
with bodies of the present,
and shadows of the past,
where ghosts still sing,
buried and cast,
theatrical songs,
with melodies that last,
you may hear the message,
if you join the dance,
clear and strong
they sing
“the show must go on”
in the place with shining lights
that greets you, almost immersive,
with “royal”
written in cursive

welcome in,
where two souls,
destined by chance,
dance in a forever waltz
stuck by their hands,
they met in the theatre bar,
not sitting afar,
they gave each other a glance
their eyes stuck ajar,
they knew it was fate,
a few words exchanged,
a few sweet kisses,
and soon they would be engaged,
the unknown “mr and mrs”
and married in a place
that greats you
almost immersive
with “royal”
written in cursive

welcome in
if you come to perform
or to dance,
just know theres a chance
you’ll stay forevermore
for art or for romance
your ghost will remain
in the place with shining lights
that greets you, almost immersive,
with “royal”
written in cursive