Freeport, Illinois

Figuring myself out miles away, I'll never forget where I have been

Restructing these thought patterns engraved in my brain 

Everyone has shaped me in someway

Every move, a chapter to sell

Problems to conquer, no longer to carry

Opportunities to sail, no longer to fear

Relaying on this strength that's gotten me through the years

Turning the past into a bridge for the future

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I remember your corn fields, hay bails, and gravel roads

Loving your rolling hills and fields, upon fields

Lementing through a cemetery with thick morning fog and sparling dew

I can still hear my grandmother's tree frogs, owls, and crickets

Nothing like seeing those big, puffy clouds from a child's perspective

Or eating freshly chucked corn from a hard days work

I still hear the glass shadder in another abandoned factory

Somethings I really do miss, those damn mosquitos obviously not being it