Midwest Reflections

In the heartland where the corn grows high,

Beneath the wide, troubled sky,

Echoes of laughter, shadows of pain,

Growing up with sunshine and rain.

Concrete dreams turn to faded nights,

Chasing worries in neon lights,

Bottle in hand, searching for a way,

To drown the ghosts that haunt me day by day.

Anxiety wrapped around my mind,

Tied to the past I'm trying to unwind,

But in the darkest corners, a spark remains,

A friend who knows, who feels the same.

So let’s raise our voices, let's break the chains,

Through the storm together, we’ll dance in the rain,

When the nights feel heavy, and shadows creep,

With love by our side, we’ll rise from the deep.

Midwest skies, where the thunder rolls,

Fighting battles against our souls,

Behind closed doors, we share our fears,

In the quiet moments, there are no tears.

Count the scars, wear them like a crown,

Turning the darkness into solid ground,

With every laugh, and every cry,

We breathe in hope, we learn to fly.

So let’s raise our voices, let's break the chains,

Through the storm together, we’ll dance in the rain,

When the nights feel heavy, and shadows creep,

With love by our side, we’ll rise from the deep.

The road is long, but I see the light,

A flickering flame that shines through the fight,

In every stumble, we find our grace,

With friends around, we’ll hold our place.

So here’s to the moments, the highs and lows,

As we turn the page, it’s where hope grows,

From the Midwest roots, we’ll learn to stand,

In this journey of life, hand in hand.