In a city with millions,
there are so many stories to tell.
The spirits on the streets of New York City,
have many tales to tell.
So many fears and tears to shed,
when tragedy comes suddenly
and the street is crimson red with blood.
The blood washes and fades away,
but the spirits of the victims rise
and fill the streets,
seeking revenge from those,
who struck them down –
the young and the old.
Down beneath the city,
were the subway tunnels,
are filled with many horrors,
where the spirits of those,
whose life ended beneath a speeding train –
are forever roaming.
They are there and you can feel their pain,
if you only stop and listen and feel,
there are whispers of the lonely –
Up above on the teeming streets,
if ever your hat is blown from your head,
sometimes it isn’t the wind,
just a friendly reminder,
from a close friend,
that once you were walking side by side,
now they’re forgotten –
because they’ve gone away.
Down by the riverside,
the East and the Hudson,
if you care to take a stroll,
as the sun goes down,
every night there’s a party going on.
When the ghosts of the city,
gather together to share their stories,
if you open up your heart,
if you really care,
you can hear the music they make,
the songs they sing –
mingled with happiness and tears.
In a city of millions,
where strangers live side by side,
where friends come together and play,
there are so many stories to hear,
if you only listen, if you stay,
everywhere the ghostly spirits,
mingle with the living,
for once you make New York City your home –
dead or alive that is where you long to roam.