New York State of Mind
From alphabets where B and C
Were once my home on East fourth street
I learned the ways of right and wrong
Challenged, bullied an unsung song
The streets, concrete old stomping grounds
Would school a mind that also found
Some good things are still held to
Of innocence and friends I knew
Then move to where Dodgers once played
Became Boro and there I stayed
To learn much more of Life ahead
To hold to Him, my Daily Bread
Then fate would deal another hand
Bringing closer to son of man
A soul needing a wake up call
A sinner come, to knees now fall
and though New York would teach me well
and Brooklyn nights casted some spells
Of broken dreams and my divorce
A second wind charted the course
Today I miss some things of then
Eggcreams and more time came to lend
The child inside where etched in mind
Are just two letters NY you'd find
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