Dedicated To: Frances Herrera Magallanes
Many years ago, their once existed a city, in this God forsaken land
How many mortals have passed the gates, of this wasted barren zone?
It was gold that caused this patch of emptiness, to suddenly become a town
How those fools did multiply, when gold was at its peak
And when the yellow nuggets, slowly began to fade
The folks that filled the town so fast, began a hasty retreat
Now just ghostly whispers, is all that's left behind
If you listen very closely, you'll hear the whimper sounds
Of all the souls, that came to town, to dig that precious gold
Written by Roland R. Ruiz
September' 2005
Beyond the sweltering palms, among the desert sands
Lies a caravan, passing by a lifeless useless moundMany years ago, their once existed a city, in this God forsaken land
How many mortals have passed the gates, of this wasted barren zone?
It was gold that caused this patch of emptiness, to suddenly become a town
How those fools did multiply, when gold was at its peak
And when the yellow nuggets, slowly began to fade
The folks that filled the town so fast, began a hasty retreat
Now just ghostly whispers, is all that's left behind
If you listen very closely, you'll hear the whimper sounds
Of all the souls, that came to town, to dig that precious gold
Written by Roland R. Ruiz
September' 2005
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