Where I'm From
Location
I am from raindrops
From dreams, from sights
I am from bland walls streaked with white
Where you can still see the bricks [its structure] underneath
Strips of paint pulling away from the wall makes you realize what true feelings are
I am from the elm tree
Big and strong
Or maybe that's just what others see
Like wind rushing by, they don't really see me
I am from stories of way back when
Where the truth never seems to be told in full
I am from trust and believe and never judge a book by its cover
Where deceit runs amuck, right there, but still uncovered
I am from nominal Christians
From a generation where trust and loyalty are just tattoos
I am from a photo album
Now ash sitting under the rubble in the furnace
I am from feelings left unspoken
I am from these memories
Trapped in my heart