Our Town

Our Town Our town, where are you now, our streets are now empty of kids playing and playing hopscotch. Where is the good times we used to know? Minneapolis used to be nice, who took it away? Our town, all I see are ghosts.. No words, just empty stares, the sidewalks are empty of children’s laughter.. St. Paul once was so lively, now so diselent, only the cobblestone streets and empty Rice Park, the sound of trees limbs Blowing lightly in the wind.. Our town needs our help, to open up our ears and talk to one another, walk up to someone and ask their name, you never know what you’ll get in return, a handshake, a smile, grab a cup of coffee, stay for awhile.. Our town is worth saving, stick around for awhile..