I found New York
In the eyes of a man
Broken and alone
I watched
Silent
As the broken man filled his rain boots with tears
The broken man strummed
His faithful guitar
Water running down his back
I found New York
In the broken man's broken hands
As his melodies filled Central Park
With a dream
In the eyes of a man
Broken and alone
I watched
Silent
As the broken man filled his rain boots with tears
The broken man strummed
His faithful guitar
Water running down his back
I found New York
In the broken man's broken hands
As his melodies filled Central Park
With a dream
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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