Chicago's Easter

Easter's morning is an adventure

The kids are looking for a hidden treasure

The eggs seem to be their only pleasure

It's fun and for their parents it's leisure

No kid leaves with no reward to keep

They run and jump, they move and leap

And as they're searching and digging deep

Chicago wakes up from its winter's sleep

The parks are back to life as normal

The celebration of spring is formal

But the music suddenly turns soulful

For one kid is left behind feeling awful

His heart is broken, his wings are clipped

From life and joy, his face is stripped

When I heard his cry and read his script

I believe it was a beat my heart just skipped

For him the city's memory is always winter

With wind that's not just cold but bitter

And though the river seems calm and glitter

Chicago's Easter becomes a hitter

Easter has nothing to do with going more East

It's a resurrection of life and love deceased

It's overcoming death, according to the priest

It's supposed to heal and give hope at least

I have never been to Chicago but through your eyes

I saw myself in the river getting baptized

I held your hand by the lake in the cold nights

but now I’m the kid who's left with no ties

Easter's morning is an adventure

The kids are happy, there is no pressure

Chicago smiles, a smile I treasure

I think of you, I wish we stayed together

But somethings are just not meant to be

Chicago's Easter is just a memory