Gotham.

New York doesn't mind.
The story is richer then yours.
Dreams come here.
To fly.
Most to die.
Yet you come.
It's not dark.
It's unforgiving.
This city I call second home.
Leads me beyond the child that never
Saw.
Perhaps.
Its a big bad world.
Outside your front door.
It's bigger then you.
Cause dreams only mean
Something to you.
Unless you forgot.
Whether here in New York
Or Denmark.
To Antarctica
And Greenland.
Dreams I tell you matter.
In small towns or not.
If you want to become though you become here
Pay for an education
Or get one here
For free.
Means nothing to her.
She wants feeling and that's what she wants.
A try.
A care.
A respect.
If you don't give her that
You will become what was.
Dreams come here to become.
It doesn't matter if you are here or there.
The bigger the dream the more freighting the scare.