Everybody says they can't wait
to get out of here,
to venture out and forget it altogether.
I've never understood how we can just walk away.
There's so much here that goes unnoticed.
The friends we've made,
and ones we've lost.
The flowers in the yard
and the swing on the porch.
The bridge down the road
where I played as a child.
The stillness of the night
and it's cool April breeze
knowing that no matter what,
you're never alone.
The ability to relax,
the freedom to be who you are,
and accepting the fact that everybody knows everybody.
I could never leave this place,
or at least not without taking
part of it with me.
This is my home, my safety,
my whole being.
