| I can see it
in your eyes and my eyes and the ways of the world; every time a city's torn down a new city is built, ever higher ever taller ever reaching ever closer to the salvation of Heaven. Sometimes higher sometimes lower; always climbing. Each time it grips its ascent slightly more steadfastly, Advances, Sometimes serendipitous sometimes calculated always by the virtues of the beauty of Humanity; By men in black coats with moustaches by women with tight lipped smiles by opera floozies and the gentlemen of the night by negligent mothers and dilligent doctors all always playing their part and always rising to the breadcrumbs of society to build the back of civilization as it advances its ever reaching climb. |