Upon A Hill

I sat there alone
I was freezing to death
In the center of a raging fire

So many lights
Yet so little warmth
A city cold and dying

Neons screamed they were open
Come with your money and play
Long ago closing to what was real

The winding veins through its heart
Busy and loud through the night
Passing death as inheritance

The other lanes calm and at peace
But they were seldom used
I only see two of the lonely

There is still hope upon this hill
It stands tall in the center
Flanked proudly by three

Two lonely lights stay by its side
And a lit flag standing tall
Hands held high for all to see