In the City
Somewhere out on that horizon,
out beyond the neon lights,
I know there must be something better
but there isn't anything else in sight.
It's survival in the city
when you live from day to day.
City streets don't have much pity.
When you're down, that's where you'll stay
in the city.
I was born here in the city
with my back against the wall.
Nothing grows and life isn't very pretty
when there isn't anyone here to catch you when you fall.
Somewhere out on that horizon,
far away from the neon sky,
I know there must be something better
because I can't stay another night
in the city.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2013
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