Concrete Dreams

In the city that never sleeps, where dreams unfold

The streets are alive with stories yet to be told

Underneath the neon lights, a symphony plays

A pulse that echoes through the nights and the days

Walking through the crowded streets, lost in the crowd

But there's a magic in the air, it's calling out loud

The skyline shines so bright, reaching for the stars

In this concrete jungle, we wear our battle scars

New York City, where