The City

Growing up is easy
It's looking back that's hard
And looking forward is impossible

But life keeps happening and
None of it feels real
A daily choice to live as though alive

I'm just lost here in the city
I'm without a home to call my own
What am I to do now?
Oh give me an anchor for my wayward soul

But you, you cut the pretence out
You're everything that's real
Truly human in the best of ways

And you're an eagle up there
I bet your Dad would say that too
You see beauty in the small things

We're just out here in the city
I never thought it'd be this way
The clouds out here look much more pretty
Because here I watch them with you

I have no idea what to do
But you are an anchor for my wary soul



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Wylde
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