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Dear KeyStone State,

Sun rising up early, setting late

Getting up and working all day.

From family farms to city skyscrapers

Amish people and business makers.

That’s the place I call home.

 

We spend the weekends in the fields

To later enjoy mama’s home cooking.

Except on Sunday

When faith comes before anything.

 

Blasting the country music,

Before every friday night football game

Then burning rubber on the way to the after party.

This is the highlight of my home.

The place we call PA.

The place we call The Keystone State.

The place I call home.

 

Thank you Keystone State…

Thank you for the memories, the hardships, and the friends you gave me

Thank you for making me into who I am today

If it weren’t for you Keystone State, I wouldn’t be the country girl I am today.

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