Dark lanes in Paris

I walk alone in dark nights
Among serpentine lanes of Paris
Talking to shining cobble stones,
in Flickering lights and winter breeze

Stay for a while and talk to us, I heard them say
We haven’t spoken since ages, we have lots to tell
Secrets about sully, pope and stone,
Reason of Smile and of missing Notre-Dame bell

We were here in seine quay
Long before, came Gauls and Franks,
Now embedded here since ages, witnessed Versailles rise
and defeat of Capetians by Norman wise

Between the puffs and shroud of fog
We spoke of catacombs and Crown of Thorns
As custodians of Clovis remains, they knew each brick and wall
Knew Rage of Huguenots and reasons of Bastille fall

They remembered each day and heard every whisper
Scream of Saint-Barthelemy and Cry of Isabelle Romee
Seine meandering and Heard sully’s whims,
Liberation of Paris and Emmanuel ring

It was dawn, I had to leave
You will have to return someday, I heard them say
For that reason, three words of secrets we must keep.
True cross, waterloo and about Josephine weep

I said, I am traveler, I need to move on
Tell me these last ones, and I will be gone
Never to see u, in this life again
We are here and we will remain.
Were the last words I heard them say