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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