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I dont think my poems stuck when I posted them earlier. If they did someone let me know and I'll delete this.
Day 12: This was inspired by the song Bass boat by Zack Bryant. I typically am not a far of country, but he is an exception.
Far From This Old Town
[Verse 1] Raised in a great divide, country girl, city girl part time, Grew up with rules that were very rigid, Dreamed of flying far from this old town, Hoping somebody’s love might lift me off the ground. [Chorus 1]Well, I remember those dusty roads,With nowhere good to really go,Dreamin' of flying far from there,But they always tried to tell me no.
[Verse 2]Stuck between staying to help or disappearing into the night, Regardless of choice, it won't be right, Dreamed of flying far from this old town, Hoping somebody’s love might lift me off the ground.
[Chorus 2]Well, I remember those dusty roads,With nowhere to really go,All I've got left there is one good friend,With too many things I'd rather forget.
[Verse 3]I was raised with expectations I never would meet, The family story full of battles I could never beat,But if you give me just a bit of time,I can find some good in even the worst bad guys.I think about it often, but I don't pray,There were days I wished I'd drift away.
[Outro]Dreamed of flying far from this old town, Hoping somebody’s love might lift me off the ground. But in the end, I found my own way out. ( went back and forth about the last line and if it should be something like: my own wings carried me out)