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Walking though the city

Trash upon the ground

People everywhere

The yucky city sound



Looking all about

Buildings everywhere

Looking in the gray sky

I stare, and stare, and stare



Opening my eyes,

To bright and sunny skies

Green grassy covered hills

Something happened to my eyes



Looking in the distance

No smoke that I can see

Fresh yummy country smells

The best place that I could be



The sound of a river

That I am bound to find

So much room to run

No people here to mind



I never knew the beauty here

I didn’t know of life as this

I wish I always knew of this

I can’t believe what I have missed



I close my eyes

Feelings happy and free

To open them

Upset of what I see



Back to the city

I guess where I belong

What happened to country?

Or is it only in my song?