Nostalgic nights with usual sights
The city engrossed by deception and lights.
In the midst of the neon glow of signs;
I see the ghost standing.
May he arise to sight from being "dead"?
Alas, to try to him is to have fled!

He comes past in rags and cloth ripped.
His hair is a mess and his smile post-flipped.
His dim stare to me is; the entrance to another galaxy!
A world where nothing is truly everything.
A world called Serenity!

It is a fact well known that this city, at night is a danger.
But come across the ghost and it'll scare any stranger.
It's correct in a way with it's logic.
For it is pure and if it make contact, it will become like us.
In the end it is our lost touch; a simplicity hanger.

Oh! Dear Serenity is calling in this busy city night.
We can not hear it, but I listen ever so tight.
Dear Serenity, can you hear my voice in this blur?
I watch with a guard and a hope for you, tonight.
It is you who is the balance, our left only light.