To that shadowed city round

Come those that are sorrow bound

In their multitudes alas

Through a Terminus so vast

For a city grim enabling

Their eternal laboring

From the parapets looking down

Cold and timid souls abound

To shed their tears in torment rife

That shed they not for all their life

And from the masses on the wall

Does that gentle misery fall

It stains the heights in colors woe

And settles heavily on those below

Who join the marchers in their toil

Redemption seekers one and all

They wail and walk an endless path

Divined here by no mortal wrath

Their tribute to a city sown

By their tears and ghastly moans

For they seek in the hereafter

What risk rewards and all its laughter

For they in life with trouble severe

Found not the will to persevere

And made a choice by many before

To embrace a simple life and ignore

The treasures offered and wisdom attained

That adversitys' teaching hand ordained