Women from Lower Wacker Drive
Her eyes of fire
that wold set a city a blaze
Her body of Venus
that men would go to war for
Her voice so soothing
that angels hung their heads in shame
Now they all lie
trapped within her rotting shell
How she would dance
each step a work of art
How she would sing
each note a thing of beauty
How she would love
each day more precious than the last
Now she just waits
trapped within her rotting shell
What woes has she seen
that caused her fire to die
What blasphemy has she done
that caused the Gods to punish her
What words has she spoken
that cause the rage inside
Now she just prays
trapped within her rotting shell
Where is the music
that moved her to dance
Where is the muse
that brought songs to her soul
Where is the life
that the young maiden once dreamt
How long must she stay
trapped within her rotting shell
Barcelona2 by Luc