For New York

They didn’t tell me that in the concrete jungle
You can still see the sky

That in the masses of people
There’s a friend almost nearby

Or that every person
Is somebody’s person
Someone who cares
If they live or they die

And that each corner
Is somebody’s corner
That they take in the rain or at night
Or in love or with sighs

They didn’t tell me that in the city of dreams
There are still people there who are dreaming

Or that for every light through your window past 2 a.m.
There’s a human there who is breathing.