Big City

 I stare out the framed window a hundred million lights roll by with fifty million people behind them will I ever find you


I stare at the covered window a hundred million sounds roll by with no people to find them will I ever find you


People jut trying to cope shut you out. People just trying to love left lying out. We're stuck in a book about how the world shouldn't be yet there is love everywhere so why can't you get it out?


A car horn in a cry for help

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