The harbor of New York
Was testing my faith…
So I waited…
And I waited…
The fame was not
Worth the wait.
Wall Street lied to me
Every chance it could take
So here I am,
In the financial district,
Crying outside a bank.
New York will shape you…
But then, can you escape it?
This place can be a prison,
But where isn’t,
If you make it?
You can love the Empire
Or you can loathe it.
The fortunate have robbed us,
And I will not choose
To ignore it.
You can fault the business man
As you can fault Lucifer…
So New York, New York,
Cry me a river…
Rather than a lake of fire.
by sainttrevoroftheinternet
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