There'll come a time, little sister
You'll miss
the swinging slam of a screen door.
The soft stick of Mommas laminate floor.
You'll Remember and miss them all the more.
You'll miss
singing loud together out of tune.
Hearing them sleep as you share a room.
You'll remember and wish to go home soon.
You'll miss
the green of grass.
Little sister's sass.
You'll remember and hope it lasts.
There'll come a time, little sister
You'll take out your own trash
hear the sounds of the city crash.
Feel constantly strapped for cash.
You'll sweep and mop
feeling like you're drowning in blacktop.
Give anything to make it stop.
You'll feel lost
Hate how much rent costs.
All around the country tossed.
And even if it's not home, country music won't sound so bad.
Country Music by Dakota Farley
This one made me cry.
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