I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
But the night brought a recklessness
That only a sad mind can understand,
Because when you’re alone in Hell’s Kitchen
You’re vulnerable to the cruelties of man.
Now my freedom is gone,
Vanished with the deluge of the storm.
And walking by my heartbreak on the sidewalk
Has become our sad society’s norm.
So goodbye 9th Avenue,
And all of your shady tricks.
I may be a cactus,
But y’all are the real pricks.