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Fiction brings salvation to characters in stories that would otherwise have no salvation at all. - Hiromu Arakawa


I live in a one room apartment
With windows on one side
I stare through the glass 'cross the water
To where the big ugly city lies

I hear it I feel it I read it with my eyes
And I'm lost in the crowd of the city
A life I despise

I wake with a groan
it's the phone
What news can it bring
shh let it ring

The paper lies crumpled on the floor
Politics and war
and there goes the door
And I who sit and watch it all go by
Wonder why I can't go

I'm caught in the grip of the city
Madness
and small
High in my mind
out of the reach of time

I'm moving far beyond the city and its power
now its gone
And as my wings ascend
I feel them catch the wind

Above the traffics holler
I watch the race for dollars
The angry sweated collars
As people waste their hours

Then there came a time when I knew it all was ending
I felt my wings descend
If only I could stay up another day

I live in a one room apartment
With windows on one side
I stare through the glass cross the water
To where the big ugly city dies