The Steps of Boardwalk City

People are like cities They’re beautiful at first Cities are like people They hold on to the worst People are you and I We mirror most of the hurt I don’t believe in quarters Pleasing wishing wells or That waterfalls’ never break flow Children of ruins and run With no place to go I miss the things That I have forgotten I can honestly say the most For the people who were brought to me And you should know Bed time stories were nothing more than lies And now you know Why beggars and grown men with no homes Have the best stories to tell People are like cities They’re left in ruins Cities are like people They’re broken in places I can honestly say the most For the people who were brought to me Catherine’s in tears But she lust for bachelors and ball room curtains Rebecca moans But there no rose petals in this empty city Her mirror smiles and tells her she’s un-pretty Sons of train stops Children of rain drops Orphans of this boardwalk city Words cannot heal your wounds But if helps your more than lovely “Excerpts from a stranger’s journal”