Where I'm From
Who I am is what I am
I am from music, to art
From having more than one personal journal to
Write my every thought and feeling in my imagination onto paper.
I pass on knowledge and ask when, where, why, how
From parents who love you one minute to
Wanting to pulling their out the next (what a pain we must be)
I'm from he who shall forgive me for my sins and guide me.
I'm from the south...18 years of country
Runs through these veins. I may not know how
Far back the tree goes but to some avail I'm
Up there with them others as my ma and pa are too.
I'm from soccer, football, and volleyball
But every night I sit and pray that
Tomorrow will be an even better day
So I say goodnight, goodnight oh
So sweet dreams to silent nights.
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