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Soul of the City
and if I had a home, maybe i could hide in it's womb; crawling out to a new beginning, but pieces of familiarity hold me ashore. with winds so harsh and nights so cold, there is a city in my dreams; her soul screeches as she mirrors my own. she has seen me, a quiet rageful teenager, bloom into the arms of youth; she screams her lungs out, so I can breathe; for I can only find peace in a tempest. which city would do that for you, she asks? An unfaithful tear leaves my eye, I want you to feel like home, as I fall into the dilemma of hope. I am a mere stop in your journey she cries, My heart cannot contain ambitions so high. I will come back for you and your tides; Your skies cradling me up as I lay beside, I am haunted by where the journey decides I belong. The many cities I have encountered, They never wrote me a song. A city up in the north, she sings lullabies An old soul, she's very wise yet, Not a single word when I had arrived; Just a faceless soul and bound limbs. She still manages to smile aloud, Even cry when she's filled up to brim; I look at her and pass by again, still in search for a home, but whenever a city comforts me; the thread of fate unties, and I am left again with a new soul, figuring out her voice.
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