All windows are sealed shut;
All doors leading out are padlocked.
Somewhere in my Ville of Gloom,
there're treasures of my woes buried.
Those treasures ofteary pearls;
rubies, jades and diamonds of blighted dreams.
In my Ville of Gloom -
there're lanterns of my forsaken memories,
that flare off and on.
Their flames flicker
as if they'd be snuffed out soon.
My Ville of Gloom has ramparts high,
no cries, my cries, could rise that high
to scale 'em, and escape.
All doors are sealed tight;
All exits barred.