Heart Of The City

Here, to the heart of the city
Where the law of the jungle is the rule of the game
Here, to a see of faces
Where you leave no traces, where you have no name
Here, where there is no silence
Where the fear of violence puts a chill in the air
Here, to the home of the homeless
Where you learn to forget, where you learn not to care
Here, I’ve brung my memories,
I’ve brung my scars, I’ve brung my pain
Here, where dreams are shattered
Illusions scattered in the wind, like rain

Here, where what is spoken
Is just a token of what is felt
Here, where warmth has a price
Where there’s an ice that fire won’t melt
Here, where all is wall
And those who fall may never rise
Here, where men pretend
They have no ears, they have no eyes
Here, I’ve brung the echoes of conversations we had in vain
Here, I’ve brung the embers
Yes, and the ashes, left by your flame

Words and music ©1998 by Robert Paul Shelter
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