The Ways We Were Taught

Out where the wheat brushes the clouds in the sky,

My father showed me how to stand and stand high.

Taught me the worth of a hand and a soul,

No free rides here, gotta work for the goal.

They say the city’s alive, free as the air,

But freedom’s a thing that’s earned, not given, not fair.

Respect what you got and hold it tight,

Family and land, the true guiding light.

Born out where the land meets the sky,

Living by truth, no reasons why.

Life’s tougher but it’s richer inside,

Hold to your roots and wear them with pride.

No handouts, no shortcuts to the dawn,

Just sweat and heart, till the break of morn.

Living on land, where the real freedom’s found,

It’s the strength of the family, and the roots we’ve grown.

They think they’re free but all they see,

Are shadows of what true freedom can be.

Gotta stand tall, gotta stand true,

The lessons learned will carry us through.

Born out where the land meets the sky,

Living by truth, no reasons why.

Life’s tougher but it’s richer inside,

Hold to your roots and wear them with pride.

Treat people with respect, demand the same,

Life can tear you down if you forget your name.

It’s the tradition, the hard work and love,

That build a life worth dreaming of.

So I pass these lessons down to my kids,

In this land of grace, where the heart abides.

Family, honor, the land we defend,

A tradition’s torch that will never end.