Town

Through the dark backroads, you see the light.
Shining so bright, with it's almighty fight.
It's the light of the City.
And it is so pretty.

The City that fought and broke,
to woke,
We, the City, woke from the fights,
woke from the nights,

Woke from the anger and we turned it into love,
When I am here I am as free as a dove.
I am so blessed,
Too blessed to even be stressed.

The City,
My City.