THE CITY

A young boy in a big City.
He came with his dreams
But we all have dreams
He never knew what the sea tastes like
The city has no manual
But he was a dreamer
With the skill set of a labourer.
Big dreams ,big heart
No money , just believe.
Before he knew it
He was swimming with the sharks
Even though he had never been in a river
But he was a survivor
So he took the lungs of the weak
And made a boat out of it
His smile went away
And came back cold
He learnt the rules of the big city
Then he made his own rules
And broke bones.
Best believe he made it in the big city
He was the big boss
He fired the top shots
He was feared and revered
But he lost his soul
He gained the world
And boy, was the profit flying in!
He had money ,he had style
And most of all he had power.
But then the city became small
Because a city is only big
When you don't own it,
The boy from the town
Became the centre of the city.
And that was the fire that consumed him!