This Town
I was born in this town,
Taught to walk in this town,
Sent to school in this town.
I made friends in this town,
Laughed and cried in this town,
Became me in this town.
But I never got a choice.
No one ever stopped to ask
If here was where I wanted to be.
I knew the world was out there,
And I dreamed of it from this town.
And the day will come
When I will thank this town
For being what I needed
If never what I wanted.
And then I will say goodbye
To this, my town.
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