...the Z train to Queens...

They say if you can't make it here
you can't make it anywhere
So, I guess our love died in the fifth borough of my heart
after living in his times square,
I mean, I couldnt bridge back to queen any king anywhere.
Subways couldn't get me to
suburbs of
substandard passion, happily ever after wishes dont
subdue my heart break so I
submit to defeat
subtracted from my pair
subtly dying...
subliminally lying...
truthfully,you could say our love couldn't make it.
But they say if you can't make it here
you can't make it anywhere....
But what about,
In alternate realites where impossibles are probable
Where dream clouds fill the skys
Kissed by the sunlights gleam of GODs eyes
Forgetting the nightmares of my present
And, when its morning
When its morning, There shall be no more mourning,
No more warring
Wth this bedside prayer for tomorrow
His dissapated Inscriptions of forever
That laid the foundations for this sorrow
Will be gone. No more matrix. He is the one.
No longer will I wear our history on the inside of my eyelids
Just so I can have the chance to dream our yeterdays nightly
Yearning for love, begging for more, feed us
Morpheous of destinys unknown
Discloses that alternative lands are not occupied by men
But by machine,
So in turn my dream turned nightmare deferred
No longer able to focus on what id prefer I refer to reality
Cognicent of this maybe never more manifesting to sight
Might this be my last strike? Why fight?
They say if you can't make it here you can't make it
anywhere...right?
Not in dream clouds
Not in marcy
I beg for mercy
Merci.
Please.
Por favor.
Pick the language
Rape my vocabulary
choose the words
Just heal the hurt.
I need this.
Tell me where we can make it.
That's where I will reside.
Home is where the heart is
But love is blind so I can't find
My way home.
It may not make it here or there, but somewhere...
Somewhere our love lives, happily
Like the endings that belong to fairy tales and dreams
But it seems as if the longer I countinue to love without sight
And my results cause such tumultuous plght
I must deduct that our love is in NY
Unable to handle everyone speedily passing by,
the bright lights, the high rise
Too fast, too bright, too high
Too much.
They say if you can't make it here you can't make it anywhere?
All I can say is....I hope they're wrong.