My City

I built a city once, it was a beautiful city.

This city was unlike any other city, for it was protected by high walls and built on dreams.

Many people heard of this city and all it's splendor.

It was the talk of many towns of how protected it was and the freedom it was built on.

Oh my city, how it's beauty shined.

There was music in the streets night and day, the sounds of laughter could be heard from miles away.

And oh the walls, their protection shined with colors.

People would look to the walls and smile, for their city was protected, there was nothing to fear.

My city, My city, how you shined.

You were everything I could have wanted, everything I could have dreamed.

The dreams you were built on were marvelous, they radiated my town.

But cities cannot survive on dreams, no, for dreams do not provide solid ground.

I'll never forget the day, it is a day to never forget.

I remember staring at the high wall, the wall I knew would protect.

I stared as my feet sank in the ground, 

For a city cannot survive on dreams and dreams alone.

As my city fell, my walls stood high.

For it was not enemies my city had to fear, it was I.

For I had built my city on dreams and every fool knows,

A city cannot not survive on dreams alone.