Hope springs from small broken places
Fire can cleanse all these wounds we’re embracing
The wind it blows and our hearts are still racing
And the tree still stands

I’m from somewhere that’s unheard of
It takes a tragedy to make the national news
I’ve got some neighbors to lean on
And the tree still stands

My spirit aches for the heartland
My soul it groans to see dirt replace buildings
And though I’m returning broken
I know that tree still stands

So when I think of you
It’ll be on Blue Way Avenue
And all the things we used to do
When we were young and wild and new
And we are strong
We are resilient till the end
And things will never be like they once were
But they will be good again

Categories: Poetry