A lonely Euro sign, on a wall so bare
A symbol of wealth, in a place that’s not fair
Graffiti’s bold strokes, in a deserted space
A contrast to the emptiness, that time won’t erase
Once a promise of prosperity, for all to share
Now a haunting reminder, of a dream that’s not there
The Euro sign, a ghost, of a united past
A fleeting hope, that didn’t last
In this desolate landscape, where streets are gray
The Euro sign whispers, of a brighter day
A day when wealth and hope, will bloom again
And the deserted walls, will echo with joy and gain
But till then, the sign remains, a haunting sight
A reminder of what’s lost, in the dark of night
Yet, even in decay, a glimmer shines through
A hope that one day, prosperity will renew.
