As I stare under Marilyn Monroe's dress
I think about you my love
Raised on your Native American streets
Your skies were the only thing I knew
I see people of all kinds
And hope to meet more

At fourteen, I became strong enough
To travel through your towns
I learned how to survive in the slums
Where men gather in corners
They commit crimes as an act of survival
Their minds are possessed on treasures
Because their hands are filled with dirt

On this magnificent mile
I walk around tall castles of stone
Embracing the wind from the lake shore
I notice the outsiders
To them your an elaborate pier
Your the reflections on the Cloud Gate

You are none of these things
For you are the beautiful women that
Are raised under your urban lights
You are the sand on Oak street
You are a different pronunciation of the letter"A"
You are the skyline, not the expensive stores underneath it
You are the heavy cold air that pinches my face
Reminding me who you really are
You are not deep dish pizza

Don't you worry
My eyes are looking west
Where I heard dreams fly over palm trees
And the sidewalks are skies filled with stars
I will take a piece of your soul with me
And leave my heart under Canal street