By Christona Fisherena
As I stand in front of my fair city
Reminiscing of moments past
Of memories lost, of happiness and pity
The Eternal City forever moves on, forever it will last
I remain still, the city passes on
Right before my eyes
The melodious Iridine song
A song that never dies
Notes may change, written will be measures
And so as the melodies drift beyond
I discover the true meanings and true treasures
They lie not in sterces, sens, or denars
The ballad seems to tiptoe by
Few seem to notice it
Its harmony forever sly
Those few who find it must relax and sit
And listen to a silent song