I went to the city
Just the other day.
It was only a trip
Not too far away.

I walked through the streets
Of Little Italy and China Town.
I saw old rusty buildings.
I saw buckets of frogs.
I saw famished men trying to keep warm.
I saw children walking their dogs.

And it was then that I realized,
I would not have to live here.
I would not have to fret-
About the impurities of lifestyle
In the different world I met.

I walked into a warm house,
And I knew that home, sweet home
Wasn't what everyone was coming home to that night
In the city with old rusty buildings,
Buckets of frogs,
Famished men trying to keep warm,
And children walking their dogs.
And I thanked God for what I have.