East 4th street heading towards 6th Avenue,
The streets more confusing than ever,
High rise buildings, the top floor i hear has a nice view,
Take the B train or D, trying hard to remember.

I see these people, they don't notice me walking around,
I wonder if they even acknowledge my presence,
Just another victim that this city has now found,
Holding back my dreams with its large fence

Let me be free my friend, let me soar up high,
I have my wings spread out all i am waiting for is a sign,
Oh beautiful city lift me up and teach me how to fly,
Just help me takeoff and i'll make sure everything else goes fine

My friend you've shown me lives, some beautiful; others amazing,
You've shown me success, prosperity and the sadness that follows,
You've shown me darkness, pain and how bad they sting,
Now show me happiness and take my dreams to where freedom flows

Those penthouses and the expensive cars,
Oh big city, I want those thing that everyone wishes for,
But more that anything I want you to heal these scars,
Soothe my pain and wash those years with a downpour

I want to be me again, you know the way I had always been,
Free of these emotions, this ******* pain that I always feel,
If you can oh city give me a beautiful dream,
So the drunken me can succeed, no matter how hard it may seem.
  
                                                                ­                                  -Sprishya