Manhattan

A cloud of dust rains down on me
All the ashes of my hopes and dreams
Running headlong from the storm
Running blindly from the screams
I know I've lost my innocence
I once was found but now I'm lost
There is no great safe haven here
Tucked amidst this holocaust
I race with a sea of thousands
Yet my broken heart stands alone
I look back with dirt-streaked tears
And say a prayer for my broken home.