There is a city
A city of magic for many
Of warm smells in the marketplace
Where coins are traded
And stories are told
Of little kids running home
Their hands sticky with honey
Grins wide and laugh bright
They are greeted in their parents loving embrace
The dad spins them around
While the mom gently scolds them for being late
In this city where no one is unloved
No one is hungry, no one i...
