As is my new Friday pastime, here is my entry for the Friday quest:
Where I Come From
Do we have a choice how we are raised
Do we know if it was right or wrong
Hopefully we get good values taught
Leaving us to sing such a fine song.
I was raised in small town America
No frills or extras but always love
No prejudice were we allowed at all
But we weren’t treated with white glove.
Hard work but always with praise too
We all chipped in and felt so close
No lock on any of our doors were needed
Others were always welcome in our house.
Nothing can I say I missed growing up
No drugs or hatred, we were offered hope
I wish these same conditions for others
Let them grow to care and to cope.