Echoes of the Past

Worn and rugged, my story told

Echoes of stories, in the old

Through scratched and shattered glass

My silent tales will last

Rebel in the city, flashing shiny steel

Lost in the paper, what’s the real deal?

Shadows in my memory, whispers of the past

This blackened heart beats steadfast

Faded in the corners, yet I still stand

A Silent witness, a silent brand

Hardened by the weather, I’ve seen it all

In this concrete jungle, I will not fall

Every crack, every scratch, a story to tell

In this story of survival, I excel

Through the storm, through the night

I shine in the flickering light

So here I stay, through storm and strife

Carved into the fabric of my life

A battered soul but standing tall

In the city’s shadow, I enthrall