The Palms
Midnight on the streets of Miami
I left the comfort of the brewery
A feeling of sorrow came over me
Walking past the mural of David Bowie
In the darkness
The palms line up the streets
Waving in the wind from ocean breeze
When all things fall apart
The district of the arts
Puts my soul at ease
I nursed my broken heart and mind
With every mosaic and drink I could find
This wasn't the city of vice I'd expected
But a place to embrace the lost and rejected
I left the comfort of the brewery
A feeling of sorrow came over me
Walking past the mural of David Bowie
In the darkness
The palms line up the streets
Waving in the wind from ocean breeze
When all things fall apart
The district of the arts
Puts my soul at ease
I nursed my broken heart and mind
With every mosaic and drink I could find
This wasn't the city of vice I'd expected
But a place to embrace the lost and rejected
Credits
Writer(s): Alicia Snyder
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