flooding through tears;
Curses of a neglected dwelling
somehow lost throughout the years
'We dream of big cities'
'What is to offer here?'
piercing a heart of the place that wraps
your soul with love, the ones who really care
Maybe the 'We are almost outta here' 's
are hurting what you believe is hurting you
For they give you hands to hold and flags to wave
A family to the ones with none
So, drink your tea and catch a plane,
but when things don't work out in that big city of yours I hope you realize the caring hands you pushed away could have been the ones to bring you back up
That skyscraper of yours will push you and cause you to bend
The wounds only your hometown can mend.
