I am from a recovered city,
From ruble and nothing to save.
I am from a childhood under the stars
(Wondering, broken, it's hard like concrete.)
I am from middle city of Joplin
the disaster
whose cries I heard I remember as if my own.
Im from joy and happiness,
From laughter and love.
I'm from the Crabb family and the Crabby dad of mine,
From doubt and loneliness
I'm from a hole with a shovel and trying to find a way out.
I'm from worry and afraid, confused and scared,
From the rumors saying I can't do it
To the stomach saying I can.
Under my smiles and laughter was a cry for help,
A thought to go for my dreams.
I am from the ashes,
Facing my fears before I can't do it
Im rising from the ashes.