Unfamiliar New York City.
Harlem.
Convent Ave with snow-covered sloping streets
And no place to park.
Tall buildings and crowded dreams reaching out,
Up into a blank, invisible heaven.
Where only souls can soar and see
That life is worth living.
And only you could bring me here Grandma;
In life and death.
To unfamiliar New York City.
Harlem.
Convent Ave with snow-covered sloping streets
And no place to park.