Dreams of big city born
And raised upon
Shoulders of little minds
Carrying coins of strength,
When being tossed by luck
The one who belonged to
Tiny roads full of mud
Landed in shiny space
Of newly known Landscape
Yet the smell of muddy waters
Surrounding the local shops
Kept living and growing
Inside each part of yours
To remind someday despite
Being loved beneath the sky of
Glassy walls of your fancy place
You still belong to the ground
Of a home which kept breathing
Recklessly for a wait that seems
To never end while you carried
Inside you a fever of small town
Though the town roads
Needed a real mend
