Amidst this bustle of people
Can I find my way
Survival of the fittest doesn't hold much stock
And what you say steers just every little action
Make my words beautiful like you
A truer reflection of the time you've taken
Bring me back to my home
Where each part of the world touches
Each dialect lingers in the air
Colors clashing leaving me in awe
And all is highlighted by a low city hum
There's much more that I can't see now
But I can feel your heart and sense your beauty in the beggars and crack whores
I want to hold the kids who know little of love
Record the stories of old before living history passes on
Continue to guide my way home
Amidst this current bustle of people
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