She Bleeds For Brooklyn

She lives with low rent day dreams, on no name backstreets. Dirty sidewalks made from quicksand concrete, There's no yellow brick road. In this city like desert without an oasis. Hope a disease that breeds in places, Where God wouldn't go. In the air there's a stench. The smell of desperation. And lives are stamped with a date of expiration. The Devil's grip on their souls. Night crashes down with the sound of a train wreck. She's on the prowl for love and everyone's suspect, But they leave her cold. She cries with a sound that no one can hear. Her eyes lost their voice Now she can't speak with tears She wonders 'bout life on the other side of the mirror. Kneels down for one more unanswered prayer. But there's no one listening out there! And she bleeds, she bleeds for Brooklyn She's hemorrhaging lies and alibis. She bleeds, she bleeds for Brooklyn. Break free Persephone. Brooklyn left the front porch light on.