The Life of a New Yorker

Here living in the city of New York, Those who oppose me will fall Even though many are kind to me People and its city must perish Great damage was done to me The only option left is to destroy everything O you were so kind to me but I must destroy The life in New York City is harsh Whatever was done now will be undone Opposers will stumble like falling angels Sorry my brothers but you must perish Kindness is not enough, you must show love That’s what the world knows less, “LOVE” Destruction will fall upon its ruins In battle brothers died without shame Harshness is what describes death Angels look up to me to make peace Time will tell if you deserve it I, the one justice holder have been damaged Enough is never enough unless you’re soft The one thing I hate to do The ruins of a building never come back But the phoenix is the ultimate price Bombs did their job, the city was left alone The people were sorry I’ve been a coward my entire life The price to pay is really high Softness is the weakness of the heart Everything seems so weak and disproportioned Falling stars will support who I am Like snow melts, people will hate Dust covered the brothers and buried their bodies Hope did its job, keep people on their toes I became brave and overcame my fears Love gave me strength and made me fierce Living here in New York, the war is over. New York City will fall, But the kind will not perish For one option left is done destroying the rest.