The City

When you walk the streets of this city, 
What do you feel? 
What do you see? 

Do you see the life and wonder, 
That lies in the cracks of the sidewalk. 
The curious child asking his mother
As many questions as he could think of. 

When you walk down the streets of my city, 
You feel the joy, 
And life that the city holds within itself.

But you can hear the sadness, 
And loneliness that comes with it, 
The fear and competition
Of a city that is always moving. 

And no matter where you are now, 
If you come from the city, 
You are part of the city. 

Even after years and years 
Of being gone, 
Everyone that comes from this city 
Comes from the same place.