In the City

In The City What Doesn't Sleep,
All You Can See Is Tall Buildings.

In The City They Call The Big Apple,
It's All Hussle And Bussle.

In The City Where Liberty Is Looking Over,
No One Stops And Listens Any More.

In The City Where Stories Are Based,
Not Everyone Gets Their Happy Ending.

In The City Where Unimaginable Happened,
You Can Tell They Havent Forgot.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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