Beacon
by How We Are· from To Teach A Hundred And One
There grey skies are home to me.
The city scape has become something I long to see.
Driving home from the westside, can you feel the bitter pride?
It cant be washed away so easily.
The lights breed life where you couldn't see.
Right in front of your eyes.
We have this city to ourselves.
Standing at high falls with the Genesee under our feet.
I'm home in the flower city you have me heart.