If city streets could talk,
The stories they'd tell
would be beautiful.

If there was a whisper on the wind,
Carried from each city block,
In the snow and the rain,
Or even sunshine, that everyone could hear,
And understand. The world would be different.
Just like you and me.

If there's a chance between and I,
Summer maiden, autumn's boy,
one in constant sunlight, the other for the leaves,
Decaying leaves, swirl in orange, gold, brown, and scarlet,
Hers is eternal emerald, with blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes,
He is black and white, alabaster skin, ebony hair,
With a drooping smile, hers is the dazzling sun
She always smiles.

One wrong turn on the street corner,
And she was lost forever. The autumnal boy
lost without her, was found over the bridge,
The river embraced him, he climbed over the side
Of sweet, suicidal stone.
We all cross a bridge at one time in our lives.

She came back.

If only you knew how much he loved you
You never would have taken that corner,
You never would have left.