My eyes look upon
Something strange
Minutes before dawn
The peace of moments new
A day anew
The weary eyed few
That arise at this hour
Stumble fourth
And yawn to the heavens
Like gentle flowers
We make our ways
Through streets frozen cold
Filled with feet of winter snow
In the city of Chicago
Yet we go
Be it train or car
Foot or bus
We go
To our locations
Bustling confrontations
From skyscrapers
To the subway underneath
Life today is cold
Yet joyous
Continued on with a chorus
Of horns and tires
I salute you Chicago
In the morning hours
We find our purpose
Amongst the weeds
Burst these most beautiful flowers
