The city (part 4)

The sound of my Steps
Disrupt the silence of the night
The city may take a breath for a while

Above the street canyon
A silvery band already heralds a new day
A lonely clown crosses my way

A fleeting glimpse into empty eyes
My thoughts turning back to our unborn child
There are theses fears deep down inside

Fear of this responsibility
Fear not to cope with this
Fear to fail, like my father did

I know it’s time to get grown up
It’s time to face the things to come
It’s time to find my way home.

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