Now's your time more than ever
On your way, away you go
This has been your home forever
And you're leaving for what you do not know
Your brother left for the army
Your father cooked for fancy folk
Your mother's thread and needle
Now's your turn to walk the road
Wherever you may go
May you find your feet below
And in time you'll see
What it means to be free
Never thought you'd walk far
but those days are far behind
moving, like you always wanted
you'll get along fine
The sweetest girl to call your own
She's dreaming about your wedding day
Now all she's got are photographs
She knew you'd never stay
Wherever you may go
May you find your feet below
and in time you'll see
what it means to be free
Bio goes here. someone who is charming and witty needs to write this.
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