Awake my soul in San Francisco

In the purple dawn of an August day,

I put dreams in bags, and flew,

Through cotton clouds, on sparkly wings;

Towards a land of color, in San Francisco Bay.

I left my footsteps on the sand,

and danced covered in night,

among faces I didn't know,

on sidewalks that recognized,

how free spirits play.

I felt the wind's embrace on a red bridge,

above an ocean that could sing,

the secret whispers of the waves,

reflecting starts, and silver glow.

I now know how freedom tastes,

after living in the dark,

I found my soul in San Francisco,

and healed my heart.