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”
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