In the City

I hate the city, Because I can't stand the pity Of those who are killed and hurt, So that's why I live in a small town with roads made up of dirt. It's far more peaceful over here than there. And I don't care, About how "boring" it can be here compared to there In the city, because around here We can ride on the back of trucks freely, I can go through trails And hear the train going along the rails, I can even find pretty rocks & shells. But still, I agree that buying stuff in the city, Can be great, somehow though... My hometown is my favourite place... Born here and everytime I leave And go there, to the city, I start to feel unhappy after staying Away from my home for so long And just want to go back, Probably because my little town is where I belong. The seasonal funs I have are always the ones, That turn my frowns upside down, Plus, also, the city has one thing missing and That is my family, so I am happy I live in this town. The city just isn't for me, This town is where I belong. And it is where I can always hear birds sing their songs And this is the place I feel strong in, Nothing can tear my bond with this place...