City of Sparks

In the heart of the city where the lights never fade, I stride through the streets that the skyline made, From the roar of the subway to the honk of the cabs, New York’s in my veins, in my soul, in my grabs. The hustle, the bustle, it’s all that I know, Where dreams rise as high as the buildings that glow, In this city of steel, where the nights are never dark, I find my rhythm, my voice, my spark.