Rome:

From Brooklyn we roamed

Like young lions descendents

We felt right at home

Pisa:

Things are looking up

A Pisa our family

Found reunited

Florence:

Old art and new art

In an old place new to me

See how old/new see

Venice:

Siren of water

Swept me through her blue canals

Sway with me she said

Milan:

Eyes and a turtle

Opened up my perspective

At the 12 train stop

My right hand man tells me in Italy

When we get back to New York-I should be

his left hand girl and just take it easy

I’m slowly learning to do what feels good

And it feels good to roam around like this

With you all the countries we seek are home

In these months I’ve moved lost some old friends too

Hard times turned to goo made way for the new

Things are looking up I am on the mend

Such are the ways of family love friends