Morocco Donatello - City of the Unnamed

He's unseen, hidden from light
In between, between the lines
Constantly marginalized
So he transferred cities
Cityscapes in his head
Following the painting in his mind
A bitter sigh, a foreign place
A home to the unknown
I'll be alright
I'm breathing fine
I'll make it out alive
I'm gonna be just fine
Optimistic, his state remains
Pray to god, he makes it out alright
Feeling scared, no help new home alone
Stay calm, just disengage
His minds his room, where no one strays
Compositions, all over the walls
Beautiful, fascinating
A place, of the unnamed
I'll be alright
I'm breathing fine
I'll make it out alive
I'm gonna be just fine
I'll be alright
I'm breathing fine
I'll make it out alive
I'm gonna be just fine
Fight the tears, he tells himself
No need to stress, it's just the first night
This is your place, people will aid don't wait
Communicate your state
Breathe in and out, and if you shout
People will hear, and help you out
Just don't give in, it's the worst sin
Don't live a mystery
I'll be alright
I'm breathing fine
I'll make it out alive
I'm gonna be just fine
I'll be alright
I'm breathing fine
I'll make it out alive
I'm gonna be just fine
I'll be alright
I'm breathing fine
I'll make it out alive
I'm gonna be just fine

Written by:
Morocco Barba

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