As I walk down the streets of New York City,
I gaze around with the greatest pity.

For before the hateful aerial attack,
The hearts of its people weren't so black.

So in my heart, and in my mind,
I created a dream of grand design.

Instead of tar, there could be trees,
Instead of sewers, there could be seas.

Inside New York City, on the ground I sit,
A wounded world, I see in it,

Yet wounds are mortal,
They can be healed,

If we, the people,
Can make dreams real.

Shielded by steel monsters, tall and great,
I hope this will not be New York's fate.

A new New York can be created,
If we, the people, decide it so fated.

So help New York! Have a say!
A New York in which future children can play!

It may take months, it may take years,
But we can make a difference, have no fears.

A new New York,
It rings in my ears,

Maybe in the future,
Someone will care.