He was from a small town
Now he found himself,
Under the city light
He came for success,
But found life hard
And was living on the streets,
These streets he thought
We’re paved with gold,
He knows is illusion now,
So he turned to drugs and alcohol
Just so he may get by,
And I wonder if he ever dreams
Of that small place he grew up,
And if hated those city lights
That made his life corrupt,
And I have heard him say
Please lord take me away,
From everything and this,
I miss my father and my mother
But I can’t go home like this,
Then one day I saw where he lay
And he had got his wish,
One cold and lonely night
A light went out and it was his,
He died alone, maybe forgotten
And it is so sad to think,
That many more are thinking hard
To do the same as him,
But the bright lights of city life
Are not for everyone,
And I can tell you now my friend
Those streets are not golden,
They hard and they are cold
And they’re unforgiving,
So stay in your small town place
And don’t let it’s safety be foresaken,
For life is what you want to make it, wherever you may be,
You can do this in a small town, as well as a big city.
