The Streets We Walk

March 12, 2009
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Walking the streets of Paris

Misty air
So heavy, it's hard to breathe
The brick solid sidewalk
Glistening and saturated with moisture
I walk the streets of Paris

The umbrella
So long I've been holding it
The handle is as wet as the
Rib assembly
It drips with the excess rain water
That was once a storm
I walk the streets of Paris

Walking the streets of New York City

Smoky air
So heavy, it's hard to breathe
The buildings are so elevated
Involving a world I'll never know
Walking the streets of New York City

The lights
So vivid and bright
Almost as bright as the
Sun
Resembling the Broadway shows
And how exciting this all may be
I walk the streets of New York City

Walking the Streets of your hometown

The fresh air
So clean, it's clear to breathe
It feels just like where I'm supposed to be
Seeing my old friends
Being here, right at home
I walk the streets of my hometown

Where ever you or I may be
We will never be far apart
And my hometown
Is where I will stay





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