New York Wanderer Lyrics

Through the neon-lit alleys of New York he roams

A poor wanderer in a concrete jungle alone

In the shadows of the city where dreams are sold

He treads with weary steps so tired and cold

He feels the chill of the night in his bones

But he carries on his spirit not overthrown

Through the whispers of fear that echo loud

He's a survivor standing tall and proud

In the heart of the darkness he finds his light

A warrior through the struggles of the night

With hunger as his constant companion

He wakes up every morning still standing

The streets tell stories of sorrow and pain

But he's a witness to the strength that remains

In the faces of those who've lost their way

He sees a reflection of himself each day

The city's heartbeat throbs with a relentless sound

But he stays rooted his feet firm on the ground

In the embrace of the night so vast

He knows he'll make it through unsurpassed

In the heart of the darkness he finds his light

A warrior through the struggles of the night

With hunger as his constant companion

He wakes up every morning still standing

His spirit unbroken his will unbent

In a world that's unforgiving and bent

He's a symbol of resilience and might

A beacon of hope in the depths of the night

In the heart of the darkness he finds his light

A warrior through the struggles of the night

With hunger as his constant companion

He wakes up every morning still standing

So let the city's sirens wail and cry

He'll keep on walking reaching for the sky

For the poor wanderer resilient and true

New York's streets may be rough but he'll see it through