When I lived in Bethlehem Walking in streets paid for by steel The star of the mountain always shone Always brightest at Christmas town The town having lost it’s steel Giving its way to collapsing houses And boarded up church doors Always lit up for Christmas Weather beaten wreathes Strings of lights half burned out Songs from voices still hopeful That if they emulated their namesake With enough vigor that like the lord The jobs and city would comeback Years on I think it wasn’t the prayers But curses of a town abandoned That we’re heard by less than holy ears In the places of the steel towers A den of sin arose on the shores Of the old river garishly lit casinos Seeking out the souls of the desperate The star over Bethlehem still shines High up in its mountain home But is barely noticed now By the bright lights of prosperity shining So much closer to the people
Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.
Musing & Creating with T.J.S. Sherman 