It's like coming home

The city at night is beautiful
It's like the sky is upside down
The stars are dancing here below
Reflected on the ground
The city in the day is harsh
The streets are cold, the people too
But love is spreading tattered wings
Reflecting what we knew
The city is full of broken people
Living day-to-day alone
But the hope of few spreads to many
This hope is living and it grows

I just spent a week in the largest city in the world: Mexico. It has the same amount of people as Canada. We were actually in a church in the northern part. And it was wonderful.