a city skyscape in brown and greynthe buildings, short of their aspirations, risenthe huddled mass in obscurityntheir dreams, defeated, retreat into the skyn...like mine nnthe gridlock mornings and afternoonsnworkers resigned to an ordinary fatenFlorescent office sterilitynthe stresses of routine drive their dreams awayn...day by day nnthis sordid sty, this sullen sky; why even try?njust when I, could up and die,nan eyesore, my eyesore nnmisery, debris, unavoidablynI look up and sure enoughnan eyesore, my eyesore nnand I soar again! nnthe screen, it won’t tell a lie tonightnthe faces sallow and sick, unfed they crynthe numbers grasping in fruitless painntheir light extinguished before their dreams can dien...like mine nnthis sordid sty, this sullen sky; why even try?njust when I, could up and die,nan eyesore, my eyesore nnmisery, debris, unavoidablynI look up and sure enoughnan eyesore, my eyesore nnand I soar again! nnthere’s only love and that’s good enoughnthere’s only love and that’s good enoughnthere’s only you and that’s good enoughnmy sight for sore eyes