(poems go here) My town is small,
And the population is smaller
People grow here,
Just like corn
But the harvest never takes them away
One person dies, another one is born
And another cycle of an unhappy life begins

I see people who can't escape
People who don't think it's prison
People who want to get out
People who think, getting out would be giving up
Why is a town a mindset?
Why is a town more, than just a little place to live.

People live here, people die here
And I'll probably die here too.