In stepping stride
I walk the same streets
My foreign countenance in your native place
My unaccustomed eyes
Blinded by the mercury glow of the streetlights
Your voice echos off canyons of concrete
And your verse winds through balconies
In the cool evening breeze of a waning summer
I follow the fleeting scent of your memory
Through the warrens of life you once inhabited
And whose song
You sang for the world to hear
